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Going Dutch Means You're Ugly


At the top of the hill, so shiny he shat diamonds
Ephemeral jeep, a grin to collect hymens
"Irascible dope," I heard on the slope, "this time,
You're only as good as your very last beeline.
Going dutch means you're ugly.

The bifida spine pent up like a drum
The spurious queen who says, ‘I'm too much in the sun'
As everything whole must crack with a pining for thunder.

Consider the lilt and how it should better bouillon
Enough of this reenactment of Bull Run
Splendiferousness is only a test, wince now
You're better unfettered by lonesome go-getters (and how).
Going dutch means you're ugly.

It's heaven and earth corralling their ilk
For want of a better cry, gracious milk has been spilt
And everyone knows a bent knee is better than ten full kilts."

"Arriving all day" — the clarity sunk in but staggered
The look of the truly smitten: a badge or a scabbard?
But who's he to gag "the balance will sag" as the ferns blush?
So easily wry when everyone's eyes are on your tush.

© 1994 John Brocato

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