The Influence Of Peers - Poem by Judith Baumel
I don’t want to hear that kind of language in this house
Try shoot shucks sugar
anything but the vowel
which hits the iffy one
and comes too close.
I’m an idiot has taken over,
though not for long.
I’ve ceded ground on butt,
the lost tuchas, tush, tushy
having had the double virtues of ethnic
reminder and gentle enjoyment
of the soft yielding place
from which I wiped with care
that which I wish to hear
called only by cuteness, or evoked.
Well, what could he do,
my muscular ball of opposition,
that whirl of destruction,
tossing chairs and books
and punching out the wind
behind him screaming
beep you beep you beep you beep.
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