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And you never forget
Your first leering, five o’clock
Shadowed Dick Nixon mask.
Your skinny college
Freshman body
Crowned with that jaded
Face of hate and
Watergate.
And all the crass gas
Of the clandestine
Well-appointed
Whoopee cushion
That careened from
The unsuspecting ass
of a maiden aunt.
How about the clock titled
“No Sex till Six.”
And its face
In an oh-so fortunate
Carnal circle of sixes.
And the prop of a knife
Through your smooth
Balding head
And your eyeballs
Popping from your sockets
Riding on slinky-like springs.
And you a grown man
Laughing at a silly toy.
And you
Are still
That scrappy, brat
Of a boy.
by Doug Holder
Email: ibbetsonpress@msn.com
