you were walking to a downtown lunch
i was one of the construction workers
hanging out the 8th floor window
grabbing my crotch
wolf whistle/yelling
hey ba-by
you stopped
whirled around &
gave us a combination of
shove it up yr ass and the finger
in one fluid motion
we all laughed
slapped each other on the arm
looked down the street for the next
but that was before research told us
the frontal lobe in males developed
slower than females
before I became a father
of three daughters
(who sometimes like to have
lunch downtown)
i was just an asshole
November 12, 2008 at 11:22 pm |
nah… you were just a guy… its cool we know that…
November 13, 2008 at 12:35 am |
I really like the way you cycle back to being an asshole.
November 13, 2008 at 12:42 am |
Oh my!
Do guys behave the same all over the world?
It made me smile
November 13, 2008 at 3:31 am |
Excellent poem, Scot! Send this one out for sure. I’m around guys at work all day who talk crap, hoot, whatever, and I just blow it off (hee hee…she said blow). Honestly, it doesn’t usually bother me.
But one day, I was walking down the street with my daughter, and some assholes made comments about having a two-fer with us. She was in the eighth grade. The hair raised on the back of my neck, and if I could have caught them, I would have ripped their freaking heads off with my bare hands. No kidding. It’s like messing with a Mama bear.
Send it out! This is excellent work.
November 13, 2008 at 4:01 am |
hehe! too funny! Sometimes I’m a little flattered if it’s not too creepy, like just a nice whistle or something.
November 13, 2008 at 6:34 am |
Oh. I like this.
November 13, 2008 at 11:03 am |
What a great story, like it >**
November 13, 2008 at 2:11 pm |
Ha! What goes around comes around!
November 13, 2008 at 8:28 pm |
This is great. I have a young daughter and I can’t even think about the day this kind of stuff will happen to her.
November 13, 2008 at 11:27 pm |
I really like the way you made a “silly, stupid” situation into something comical and light. I’m sure all fathers can definitely relate to this! It’s a delightful read.
Thank you for sharing and for visiting my poetry site.
November 14, 2008 at 3:49 pm |
Nice! This made me chuckle and then realise how quickly we change when we’re on the other side of the door.
-Nicole
November 17, 2008 at 2:04 am |
I’ve never understood why some men, and it always seems to be construction workers, make cat calls. But the poem does a good job of showing how a man can raise his level of awareness.
November 17, 2008 at 12:49 pm |
Loved it. Hindsight sure is a writer’s best friend.
December 15, 2008 at 10:01 pm |
Love it! There’s nothing like becoming a parent to give us a new window on our own behaviours, eh?