why can't we just say what we want
without fearing threat or taunt
from a concerned parental  organization
ready to file a class action

whats so offensive
and why are people so defensive
when the truth looks you in the eye
like a fat kid on a smartee

wouldn't it be to  better learn
about each other in turn
without the white wash or cover
by some pedantic unsexed house marm who hovers

isn't the truth better to tell
instead of hide fact in a shell
better out in the open i say
the color of Grey is  gray

i think we could learn in a world of truth
where the smart, athletic, fat, lazy and stupid live under one roof
where personal responsibility
is synonymous with accountability

wouldn't be amazing if we could look honestly
at ourselves most modestly
take criticism with a grain
for the purpose of personal gain

instead of a world of fear and litigation
we might choose hope and imagination
when to laugh instead of take offense
at the most obvious and intense

........

ps.....

so what if she is to fat to wear thong underwear
atleast she's not dumb as your boyfriend
besides, she can always lose weight
since the car accident your boyfriend will always be stupid...

When I joined, I assumed that the name I put on my poetry was
the name I should use here.  So I put Lori Jones McCaffery.
After being here only a few days, I realized many people had
created pen names for themselves and I wished I had done
so too.  Too late to go back and change my name on
everything I've posted, but that's OK.

However, when someone sends me a nice compliment,
they often use the whole name too.Kinda makes me feel like
a school marm or something.  I'm not at all a formal person.
I'm at the other end of the scale, so please one and all, feel
free to call me Lori.  It'll be easier for you to type and make
me feel more like "one of the gang".

bhott hi nazuk sa rishta nibhana pdta hai kisi k dil ki baat ka marm hone k liye...
aur sapne tod k jeena itna aasan nhi hai yaaro himmt chahiye besharam hone k liye !

Who has written paeans to the one
& only queen we know,
who truthfully beside the fairy-tale
Of Snow White or the fairy queen,
rains of fire on planet surfaces
Off in other dimensions
We see through our crystal glasses,

Christian spinster school marm
Baking cookies for her beau---no,
Back-alley Jezebels line up at the stoop,
She goes into her townhouse
taking off her liquid colors,
The old blonde lady entertaining guests
At all hours---

Wherever fiction breaks through
Reality follows---what is the underground
Comes to light every time---
Hidden dancing thinking poetry
Drinking naked girl sweat---
Throwing cans of paint over the balcony

O Jezebel, I am your prophet too