toothy dude - a poem
note:
The following is loosely based on an actual individual
toothy dude
Hello to you toothy dude,
you OCD man who cannot
keep his hands off anything,
who always much touch especially
that which does not belong to him.
Going into people's drawers
and cabinets and papers,
the way your wife gossips
about other's people's business,
incessantly, not able to catch a breath
which probably explains her
high pitched and annoying voice.
Toothy dude, who needs to sneak
into other people's privacy.
Play with your puppets toothy dude,
mind your own business and stop being tired.
Always thinking that other people
are up to things.
Always jealous of those who
are better or quicker or smarter than you.
Never able to admit your own faults.
Arrogant. and a typer who thinks he is writer.
Termites have devoured
more sheets of paper with
more grace than yourself toothy dude.
Toothy dude, who plays with puppets
you penis puppet man.
You pick up sewing machines
and drop them on your own head
do you toothy dude.
You crybaby, you whiner, you feel sorry
for yourself because you should you
TV Man and there it is for
you in black and white and Technicolor,
read all over just like the newspaper
you toothy dude journalist.
Keep feeling sorry for yourself never mind
the workers in the fields who sweat
so you could stuff your hairy face and balding head.
Forget about the pow wows you want
to go you toothy dude.
Someone might set a stake in you
and set you on fire.
Toothy dude
Hannah Barbera and the banana splits
for you
drool over that steak,
warm your hands to that fire.
Take your puppet and stick a needle
in it's head
but don't drop any sewing machines
I know what you did last summer
and the summer before toothy dude
I hope you get yours even though
you already did.
Day after day, and night after night,
like the moon following the sun,
so why don't you stick this
where the sun don't shine.
Go back to the land before
flying sewing machines,
back to the land before fire,
back to your cave
lined with ice.
© 2017 Fin
