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Poem: Mother,
I've Become a Redneck
Mother, I’ve become a redneck.
And
a happy one at that.
I no longer give to the cancer fund
or
drop dimes in old men’s hats.
Starving children make me laugh for weeks on end
I blame it on their mothers for mating with real jerks.
I have no time for Shakepeare’s handouts, for in the animal
kingdom, sinking ducks do just that.
I’d invite you for dinner, but you might not like my forward ways,
my spade is a spade, my fresh killed steaks, my steel toe boots.
If I offend you, I can pretend. I took high school drama.
I will still wear that made in Canada woven shirt you bought me last
Christmas. It fits
quite comfortably.
But I will not join Sunshine Sally in those Saturday afternoon
marches. I am not an
interest group.
And anyway, I am too busy defending my square of land, my no dessert
again land, my no Hawaiian holiday land. I must be there for it, in case Quebec
should call.
I speak one language, one language only.
If you don’t understand, there is always semaphore.
Least I lose you here, I do support recycling.
I use my Styrofoam twice.
Once for the burger and once for the fries.
If you want to sit in Starbucks trying every flavour, the system
will pay you to. When
is my next cheque, you can ask.
But was it you who told me there were no free lunches?
I thought I read somewhere, that is when I used to read, that the
first shall be last. I
see clearly now that this is happening.
Why have any competition when we can all pretend to be equal?
Stop.
I have no time for this discussion.
There is money to be made.
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