Three Oranges

 first time my father overheard me listening to
this bit of music he asked me,
"what is it?"
"it's called Love For Three Oranges,"
I informed him.

"boy," he said, "that's getting it
cheap.
"
he meant sex.

listening to it
I always imagined three oranges
sitting there,
you know how orange they can
get,
so mightily orange.

maybe Prokofiev had meant
what my father
thought.

if so, I preferred it the
other way
the most horrible thing
I could think of
was part of me being
what ejaculated out of the
end of his
stupid penis.

I will never forgive him
for that,
his trick that I am stuck
with,
I find no nobility in
parenthood.

I say kill the Father
before he makes more
such as
I.
 
from ONTHEBUS - 1992

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