Saturday, October 14, 2017


k so yeh, ya, changing the atmosphere
of what it means to be a man's world
the mighty fall one by one,  except
the one that needs to most. give it time sweetie
no one stays the same.

since hollywood began, probably all the way back
to the globe and before, a comfy couch in a private
room, and boys will be boys. k, well yeh.
it look like the girls don't wanna play no more.

what they're trying to say, these dinos, is that
they thought the sexual revolution meant
they could open the door because ladies
don't have to be ladies no more so what's a
li'l kiss, a li'l grope or some poke ity poke

they've said it. you heard it. they have permission.
when you're rich and famous they let you
do anything. when i was 12
i babysat for three kids  cleaned their damn
dishes from the night before so i could get
them lunch. my mom useta drive me
ten miles to their house in the morning
in the summer before they moved into
our neighborhood. one day the dad came
home early and asked me to stay while he
took a shower. then he sent his daughter
out to where i was waiting for the watergate
hearings to just be the fuck over so i can
watch gilligan's island reruns and said daddy
wants you to go to the bedroom so innocently
i go into the darkened master bedroom
thinking i should get paid today and he's laying
face down on the bed with a towel wrapped
around his hips and says hey will you grab that baby
lotion there and rub some on my legs he was
very specific it should be his legs,  opening them
between  his legs specifically, and i did it i rubbed
lotion between his legs and i remember seeing
the very edge of his balls exposed thinking  this
just doesn't seem right i don't know
what i said or how i left the house i kind of have
a fleeting image of a quick walk three blocks home
and telling mom i was not going to babysit for them
anymore and i don't think i said why and i can't
ask her, she's dead


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