I hates your scrawny neck

I hates your scrawny neck

Your neck skin is fitted so tight to all the cords

and bones inside that when you swallow

animation is given to all those interior parts

I have absolutely no interest in seeing;

Your head perches atop your golf-tee neck

and swivels so anxiously left and right

twisting all those cords and should-be invisibles

you look like a perpetual motion

twist-left, twist-right lab mechanism.

You look like an ostrich;

your lips

protrude flatly out  in front of you

like a bill, and when you talk,

I hear a clacking sound;
 any words are lost!

I wouldn't have noticed all this ugliness

had it not been for your constant stoking

of your mouth, 
hiddenly, I'll give you that,

with fresh pieces of chewing gum.

The movement, the cnutch-cnutching

draws attention to your big head

and your scrawny neck.

I also don't like the speed with which

you chew, like a jackal trying to consume

something before it's snatched away

Because of this, you are not desireable,

but if you could get along without the gum

I wouldn't notice you,

you'd be just another unfortunate pop-eyed

guppie face in a crowd.

Get some fat on your neck,

will you please?

If you're going to chew that gum

day in and day out, I'd consider

It a favor if you'd make it so

I wouldn't have to watch your

peristalsis swallowing wave

moving gum juice down your

shrunk-wrapped throat!

This is my thing about you.

[Zep 1-4-00]


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PS 1-2-12:

Yeah,

then 12 years later, I develop my own scrawny neck.
& etc,

Exorcist neck turn-about

is fair play, I guess.

But at least I do not

chew gum.

That far I will not go.

.

(for the reasons previously mentioned)


(+, See: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/You_Are_Old,_Father_William)