BAD TEACHER

Go ahead and write your poems about flowers
Your insipid acceptable locutions that pander to the bible belt
Go ahead and slaughter expression and catharsis
hold me down and strap duct tape over my mouth
Because I am a walking impropriety
because I refuse to fit in to your library fundraisers
write your homages to daffodils
and pronounce Nature God
then tell me I have an obligation
to quote Chaucer at your meet and greets
so long as I refrain from tongueing some chick's asshole in public
go ahead and re-read Jane Austin yet again as you hold on to your tenure
while you step on the eggshells of my broken heart
drive home listening to your Eminem CDs that you bought at Walmart
because they took out all the swear words
that are a pox on your blushing complection
yet you bob your head like you're hard core
Art died a little today
it took a sucker punch delivered by your provinciality
when the bible belt wins
we all lose
But wait a little while and I promise you
your well respected minister
who just pulled the plug on our funding
because his sensabilities deemed us profane
will be caught
with a nine year old boy
in a room at the Vogue Inn on route 20
The kind of motel that sports paper bath matts
and the boy will be hospitalized with rectal bleeding
Georgia O'keefe never painted flowers
"She knew her audience"
she knew how stupid most people are
so go ahead and write your poems about flowers
I'll be over here jacking off to Hamlet
holding his mirror up
to your fucking face