It’s difficult for me
to kiss ass
when the ass
ain’t worth kissing
I’m not
gonna
get it going
right here
as I watch the pathetic
making that effort
to appease the Hellhounds
I’m a fat fucking sweat;
going bald; crooked feet;
walk with a bounce
flatulent after chili lunch;
sloppy dresser;
clothes fitting wrong
and old and stained
but I still have
too much dignity
to kiss the asses
of the unworthy
I can’t bow down
and pretend it’s right
when I know it’s wrong
and I can’t put on a happy smile
that just isn’t real
Don’t wanna be
putting on Groucho Marx glasses
and letting seem
like everything is hunky dory
when it’s all falling apart
and howling wolves are circling
all I wanna do
is to get by and break thru
and I ain’t interested
in playing these bullshit games
of kissing someone’s ass
If it ain’t
in the throes of passion
then kissing that ass
just ain’t worth
my time or effort
and I don’t need to be you
and God knows
I could never stand
the dullness of being you
if it came down to that
and isn’t it a bitch
to take it up the ass—
no grease?
My hemorrhoids cringe
at the thought
maybe you don’t deserve
a better fate than that
but I do so don’t ask me
to wallow at that level
It’s beneath me
and I know it
and so do you
10/16/97