“I SAW YOUR ASS, MS. K.”
I saw your ass, Ms. K.,
up there on the stage.
I saw how you twirl
that red flower to cover
a bloom much brighter,
saying,
“I am poor.
I can’t even buy me a dress.”
But you forgot to offer the flower
and say,
“Merry Christmas everyone.”
I saw your ass, Ms. K.,
“and all the world dropped dead.”
