Spokesmen for Ass-kickers
A knee
to the groin will suffice
after all,
aren't we all
spokesmen for kangaroos
and Ass-kickers?
these fingers of ours
slip into brass knuckles
like sluts into panty-hose
where dandy rose
fail to bloss(um)
scattered teeth
waltz
and without floss
they shimmer
from that slum of an albatross
in Iwo Jima
the drop kicks
like chopsticks
they come in twos
the boys ripen to grungy goons
ditching and bitching their hags
for their punching bags
after all,
aren't we all
spokesmen for kangaroos
and Ass-kickers?