i don’t mean to tell you how to suck eggs,
how to shuck your corn or how to bake your custy pie.
ain’t no business of mine whose face you all up in
or if that red dress signifies Texas
or if your husband, the infamous jazz dentist
initiates the vinegar quiver
kissing hex signs on your thighs.
how you get your legendary jelly roll,
i really do not want to know.
i don’t mean to tell you how to do the math
or how to shake it, baby or how to tear your ash hopper down
ain’t no concern of mine if’n your gay dutch cousin
is all hocked up in cumberland
under the sign of the triple distelfink
for taking potshots at rickshaws and buicks
in the name of allah on high.
how you fix your yankee flummadiddle
surely don’t faze me none.
i don’t mean to tell your monkey how to
wrap his tail around the flagpole, how to bite the
silver bullet for to kill your loup garou.
you voted for bush two for two, play roller derby
with crocodiles and you tell me that I’m deluded?!?,
don’t bring me into this, I didn’t ask for a spoonful
of your funky burgoo of crazy!!
i’m minding my own, just a good german
trying to die a quiet death of a respectable poet’s cancer