Poem: Dysfunctional
I was feeling...connected the other night. This is what came out of it.
Dysfunctional
She is a very special girl.
Her mother is hot and disapproving
and her father travels only in darkness
stealing the souls of little boys
for looking at him too long.
Her brother is tall and magestic
stretching out his arms high
for Mother and Father
and Cousins and Uncles
but never for her.
She is a very special girl.
Her sister is a worldly lass;
she's been to all of the brothels down by the port.
She babbles from town to town
and everywhere she goes
people scrape off little bits
but that's OK
because she does, too.
She is a courageous girl.
She can look at her mother
in all of her distant and impossible heat
and she can smile while
kicking the feet of her brother.
She can laugh at her father's mysterious face,
buried in her brother's outstretched arms
and amidst the cries of distant relatives
she can scream
"Yes, I am the one who scrapes off the bits of Sister's flesh!
I use it for life, and I always stay away from Pikuwa!
I can eat my brother's nuts
and he won't care because
they always grow back!
I can dance with you all tonight,
and tomorrow I can kill my brother
and use his skin to hide from you!
I am Man!
I thank you!"
She is a special girl.
She can scrape.
She can kick.
She can eat
and drink
and take
and thank
because she's learned her lesson.
You can use your family
but you must always
respect them.
-DAC
Dysfunctional
She is a very special girl.
Her mother is hot and disapproving
and her father travels only in darkness
stealing the souls of little boys
for looking at him too long.
Her brother is tall and magestic
stretching out his arms high
for Mother and Father
and Cousins and Uncles
but never for her.
She is a very special girl.
Her sister is a worldly lass;
she's been to all of the brothels down by the port.
She babbles from town to town
and everywhere she goes
people scrape off little bits
but that's OK
because she does, too.
She is a courageous girl.
She can look at her mother
in all of her distant and impossible heat
and she can smile while
kicking the feet of her brother.
She can laugh at her father's mysterious face,
buried in her brother's outstretched arms
and amidst the cries of distant relatives
she can scream
"Yes, I am the one who scrapes off the bits of Sister's flesh!
I use it for life, and I always stay away from Pikuwa!
I can eat my brother's nuts
and he won't care because
they always grow back!
I can dance with you all tonight,
and tomorrow I can kill my brother
and use his skin to hide from you!
I am Man!
I thank you!"
She is a special girl.
She can scrape.
She can kick.
She can eat
and drink
and take
and thank
because she's learned her lesson.
You can use your family
but you must always
respect them.
-DAC