like a a man with no legs, you trudge on the ground
you hound for your meat not like the other men who scoul at home cooked meals
and or couldn’t care less
who is it? answer the door NOW or else I will
get a tantrum and you will not like me
who knows maybe I will kiss you in your sleep or your black hair will be mine to keep
and you will stand up and like tarzan what they say you are not the same little boy I knew
not the same little boy
not the same little boy
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cross the alter with you head bowed high bowed low do not let them or tell them what you know it is secret darling dear do not worry do not fear do not even shed a tear for you little lamb, the prizewinner of Egypt and the gold star fighter at the Olympics congratulates you with open arms and loves to praise you and give thanks to your body he says so athletic and strong and what not
but I grab you by the temples and slowly you bleed
Yael, they say, what has become of your maiden-hood, your life is a waste they said, now cut off my beard and leave it at that don’t stall around muttering and chewing on rawhide.
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It was the same where I grew up,
the girl was the girl
and the boy was the boy
and the seder was the seder
and the matza was the pasta.
you liked to give me a summer laugh
like the oranges in the back.
You like to bake,
I say,
bake for me some other day,
not you , you too? you too?
he is in the way of things now you think you think you think because you do not drink.
Love, it is so frutile and futile
where can you get some fresh love that has no yet been
opened or obsessed with?
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