To The Poetess Who Keeps Cutting Herself Poem by David McLansky

To The Poetess Who Keeps Cutting Herself



Before you turn yourself to steak

(Your buttocks look like marble cake)

Baste yourself in Beaujolais,

Cracked pepper corns, a mixed bouquet

Of marjoram and coriander,

(To depillerate, please use a sander) ,

And don't let your skin get freezer burn,

(Will the frozen young ever really learn)

Then display your ribs in a butcher shop)

A crowded mart where people stop;

Thus your life can bring real pleasure,

Don't over salt and use a measure.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Lacovara 19 February 2014

Wow...not sure if this is meant as good advice or not, seems a bit rough.....but as for the actual write... you are a well crafting poet...interesting piece on a most disturbing topic, that seems to be prevalent for today's suffering, confused youth. I invite you to read my poem, An Absentee Corner. PEACE

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