Poem written as an antidote to thinking...

About stupid Foetry...


Only Natural


The little girl pulling the puppy’s tail
Should stop her pulling. No amount
Of force exerted will turn the puppy
Inside out, or into a skylite snowball,
Which is what she really really wants.
Even if she doesn’t know the words yet.


When I slap her, her mother looks at me.
Good mother. Bad me. The little girl
Was being a naughty, but I was worse.
The mother was being a mother. Good
Mothers sneer at people who touch kids.
I slap people who tug on tiny puppies.


I just like puppies, and slapping people.
I just can’t help myself sometimes.
I mean— this time I probably could’ve,
but so often I can’t, so what’s the use in
sometimes— when the rest of the time,
I’m killing things, or trying or wanting.


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