(UNTITLED POEM DEDICATED TO BOOTLICKING CO-WORKERS)

 

 

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

 

 

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