Gobbers
where did s/he first learn
to snort in the snot
funneling it backwards
right back up into his/her head
until a slight headache
occurred &
then pursing her/his lips,
throwing out the large wad
of festering phlegm
out from said mouth
with all the force of a
personal leaf blower
buried within the mouth
(picturing inside one’s
head the power of a
dust devil roaring through
& between the salivating
cheeks)?
that first gob sent back out
into the atmosphere around
us, polluting that environment
which sought to pollute us,
reveals a manner of taking
care of one’s own, mixed with
the added “rudeness” of
defecating from the mouth
right out there in public
without a care or concern
(willy-nilly) for those
non-gobbers around one---
at least that is what the
non-gobber community is
supposed to believe, to
indulge in the fantasy that
there is some island out there
where individuals walk around
all day without a gob, a fart,
a queef, a groan, an itch (when
skin flicks off), a chattering
biting of nails right down to
the bloody stub, a scratching
of the ass, balls, crotch or
underarm between them---
patiently dying away in that
9-5 cubicle, properly packaged
in that business casual, waiting
for death, marinating in their
own body odor stank.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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