little freak who dares to speak
with such a demon's forked tongue
the nature of your unintelligible remarks
are not the least bit foreign to me as I am one
who knows from where you come; what with
your tiny fuzzy little man parts protected
from the mature elements of real manhood
by a mothers powdering of your fleshy cheeks,
you choose to peek out from behind…
her apron to stare in envy at the size of mine….

2008 ©

Ted Sheridan

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