My father loves me,
my mother too,
I am all safe,
and so are you.
My father adores me
thinks I am cute
hates to see me
flash sheroot
Or bespatter bedspreads
with mule of infant
woodsy odors –
blash aroot
My old man’s only 28 years old
And is a young insurance salesman
And is confidently clacking down the street
And chuckling to think of the boys
And the poker game and gnaws
His fingernails worried about how fat
He’s getting, “no coal bill’s been
Highern this 1924 coalbill
I got to watch my dollars
Pretty soon the poorhouse” –
(“Wish I was God,” he adds to think)