Butts

How many butts
get stuck in the rut
of cheeto
consumption
a great big
assumption
like the butt
she is
struggling
to
make

what kind of diet
is required
to try it?

“I must make it bigger”
cries the white girl
gone wigger
so Tyron will by her
a glazed…

dough-nut
big butt
oh shit
i missed it

a big butt just walked by the window…

big butts in shorts
big butts with warts
but that butt
is covered
revealed only
for a
lover

because the owner
of that butt
is ashamed

some have tatoos
over
the butt

you can see them
without
any luck

but if you get caught looking
your busted
don’t ask why
she is angry
her logic
can’t be trusted
because she’s the stupid bitch
that wore those tight pants
to begin
with

who is to blame?
could it be Soul Train
the reason why butts
are getting
bigger?

they say
it is horomones
in the meat

and the butts
shine like mirages
in the heat

the girls pack things
in their
back pockets
to help make
the butt
look bigger

cell phones
hair combs
and wallets

standing at the counter
they push out the
butt
on purpose

“look at my butt”!
“no don’t look at my butt”!
“you pervert”!

[scratches head]

one day butts
will be
communal

pictures of butts
in the daily
tribunal

for everyone to see

until then
my friend
wear sun-glasses
if you
insist on
looking at
butts

Comic genius! Better than my BUTT poem for sure.

I doubt that. I never feel like the rhyming and the meter is right when I try to write a poem. I don’t like to break the phrases up and would rather just write a paragraph, but then it wouldn’t be a poem. So, I pretend like I know what I’m doing with the syllables. Basically, it has no rhythm…its the reader who makes the timing when they read it.

Maybe it’s just me but you could really enhance this with an additional stanza about girls who wear smaller trousers so their thongs poke up out the back and draw yet more attention to their butts.

Apart from that, it’s thematically very sound indeed.