My brother Maury…a talented poet and writer whose books are available here and whose far-more-tasteful-than-mine website is maurybarr.com…has said what, it could be argued, no woman could get away with saying without censure:
Headline: Antisatellite Nuclear Weapon
Oh, your smile! It’s Mr. Crafty!
What are you doing? Put
your pecker back in your pants.
You can’t be wagging it out
like it’s front page news
though your wiener always is these days.
Russian sausage, put that thing
away, where it belongs
hidden, secreted with all its
nasty secretions.
Let it loose
in the garden, to slip under leaves
of viburnum, this spring’s rose
buds starting to swell again in Kiev
yearning to bloom in all the capitals
of Eastern Europe.
Oh, Mr. Crafty
look at how you’ve exposed yourself.
Keep it out of sight, little boy.
No need to show us.
We know you’ve got one.
