Higher on the Food Chain

We passed a woman  mailing a letter.
She was dressed in a burka.
You beat me to an anthrax crack.

We laughed and then condemned our eternal souls.
We consoled our guilt with righteous colloquialisms.
I'll do penance on my knees later
and perhaps I'll even swallow your
verbal excuses. Perhaps not.

Ashley says she has to stop judging people
primarily on  looks.
But, we know how everyone will assess her.

Doors open for tall blondes with pretty faces.
She's quick with a joke,
quick to contort her face to
enhance a punch line.

People tell me she is "mini me"
I wish.
I see her and I imagine who
 I wish I was, 20 years ago.

My mom would call her cheeky
if she was a more traditional grandma.
But she's not.
So she laughs with the rest of us at
the beauty of a gorgeous blonde
doing a dead on "Fat B*****d".

Although, I still don't buy
that her neck looks like a vagina.
Perhaps it will with age.

We all have to dream.

Reviews

[ba_mcfarlane]

You have to be too young for Dylan's "Desolation Row', but jeezuz, it sure felt like that, reading this. Kudos.

[Robin]

interpersonal social commentary that reverberates

[R J Askew]

O the bitchiness of life! I love it. The day we are all nice to each other is the day we cease to be human. The neck line is a cracker. I will examine my own neck this evening to see if it resembles any more intimate part of my anatomy.

[Kaa Na Kalyanasundaram]

Oh.....good telling. I enjoyed your writing. good. with regards.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Wow, this is beautifully scathing. A comic piece that should make one think twice after laughing at it.

[Me]

well stated and brilliant expressions.

[rosemary keogh]

Good story in this poem. :)