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September 07, 2005

And the Point Is?

Reb Livingston

Concerned about his mounting rejections
Pip’s parents suggest that if he’s going to be a poet
perhaps he should try writing something
people will want to read.
I’m God’s little cheerleader
always waving my pom-poms for practical advice
and sometimes I point out to Chris that if he wants
those kids to quit pounding their pogo-sticks
through our newly planted grass
he should either dig periphery trenches
or lay out some boards with nails.
In a few days they’ll stop
coming around. But Chris
says that’s a lot of liability
and he prefers screaming “Piss off, hole punchers!”
until the whole neighborhood grasps
the point of property rights.
One day, I’m sure, Pip will grasp his parents’ point
and he’ll write that popular poem
that will nourish our paltry lives
as we attack and ban it during our
P.T.A. meetings – mindless of the numbing hum
our potent slurps make as we preen and suck.

Posted by Rock Heals at September 7, 2005 12:20 AM