little freak who dares to speak
with such a demon's forked tongue
the nature of your unintelligible remarks
are not the least bit foreign to me as I am one
who knows from where you come; what with
your tiny fuzzy little man parts protected
from the mature elements of real manhood
by a mothers powdering of your fleshy cheeks,
you choose to peek out from behind…
her apron to stare in envy at the size of mine….
2008 ©
This gives me the feeling of a little tot circle his mother in the kitchen, longing for her attention, some of it anyhoo, there were different messages then that.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love how cleverly you cloak your disdain, yet still reveal it...what a fantastic way with words you have...great work.