WHAT PARENTS DAY.

A GIRL AND HER PARENTS.

You wear your dresses too
Short, Mother says, your
Skirts too, what's the matter

With you? You want the
Fellers gazing all over you?
Want their beady eyes to lick

You like a stamp? Yes, Father
Says, you’re not going out
Dressed like that; no daughter

Of mine’s going dressed like
A dammed w***e. Why do you
Dress like that for? You want

Some creep to have a peep?
Go put on a decent dress or
Shirt; no daughter of mine’s

Going out dressed to flirt.
You sigh and wander off
Upstairs and put on the pink

Flowery dress your cousin
Sent, the one from Idaho,
The funny one, the one with

A squint, the one who wears
Men’s clothes, the one with
Brown eyes and crooked nose.

You go down and show the
Parents, let them see, do a
Twirl, put on the little girl

Face, smile, give them the
Happy grin, wait until they’re
Back in front of the radio,

Their attention elsewhere,
Their eyes fixed on papers
And magazines, the ears held

By some cowboy singing,
And up you go, put on the
Short dress, above the knees,

Dressed to kill, pop some
Eyes, pain some hearts,
Damp some flies, call good

Bye to the parents, close
The door, in the street, off
To live, off for fun, away

From death and dampening
Desires, off to meet the boys
And girls and light some fires.