What Goes Around … : Revolutionary Poetic Lament

As youths,
we would laugh
and loudly whisper,
(when we thought
they couldn’t hear),
about physical oddities:

Mr. M’s errant
and grey
eyebrow hairs.

Mr. C’s gut
that stuck
out so much
you could balance
a martini glass
on it.

Uncle B’s bright white,
bra-less moobs that he showed,
shirtless,
in the summer sun.

Mr. B’s stick legs,
covered to mid-calf with
white socks that matched
his skin.

Mr. P’s back hairs
(we wondered if Mrs. P
brushed or combed them).

Mr. E’s chest hairs,
curling white against his
tan and leathered skin.

They are all dead.

Now I hear,
again,
youthful whispers
and laughs
from behind
my back.

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2 Responses to “What Goes Around … : Revolutionary Poetic Lament”

  1. GD Says:

    So much concealed humor in something that is so true! Great poem. Satiric prose. Loved it; keep writing!

    -GD
    Visit my writing blog at http://shelleddreams.wordpress.com/

  2. Shannon Says:

    Moobs…love the image that evokes! Martini tummies and bra-less men. Yay for middle aged summers! No wonder Mrs. Robinson went seeking youth to satisfy her fancy!

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