TO THE DAUGHTER OF MY MOTHER’S PLAYFELLOW
by Galaburda Cyril
Look how deftly I’m retorting
Your oppressor’s demagogy
Using rashly dropped certain
I have grab her role of bogy.
Be apprenticed to guvie
In audacious out-arguing.
May be though your showy loving
Hate to mother have been dewing
You from birth. And now submission
Hides your maturing uprising.
In forced purity omission
Lightly rouses all your dry zing.
In the guise of neatness beauty
Traps uncleanly, dirty monster...
9/12/2010