One must gird the loins
When approaching
Considerateness--that little
Gnashing beast. It might not
Cost much, but the way I see it,
We really know nothing about
Each other. Civilized schmivalized,
You can't fool me--I see
The crackhead lurking inside
You, those brass knuckles you say
Are a wedding band. My good thing
Might be your flayed body stuffed
Inside an eviscerated donkey,
So, my friend, intimacy is
Nothing but a thickening
Of discomfort. Do not expect
The door to be held for you.
A taxi cab will splash mud
On your brand-new pants.
Everyone but you is thinking
About how to save the mortal soul,
So respect the sacred, man.
You gotta fight for the right
To party & party for the right
To strife! Come over, let me
Prove it to you--we'll decide
The labor by chainsawing apart
One of my old ladies. & if the kids
Aren't done hand-sewing that new
Batch of shoes, we'll whip them real good.
[Alex Lemon {1978- } 'my fallow human beans' from Fancy Beasts]
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