“Boo Hoo” is what I call a vent poem. When written, I was an Elementary Principal, I had the day from hell: hate emails, complaining teachers, and unreasonable parents. I was at the end of my rope, so I sat down to write and it all spewed out, just as you see without any revisions.
you no good mother fuckers
sons of bitches,
all the way home.
Wake up, I say!
Stop the sniveling-
suck it up
or I just might go
violent on your ass.
l’ll give you
something to cry about!
You want to cry?
Cry about the cancer–
infesting a family times 3…mother, father, and man’s best friend;
multiple homes swept off foundations,
bloated stomach of a malnourished child,
death of a loved one yesterday or long ago;
a druggie’s last hit,
in the clinker for grand theft.
No job for two years
despite five applications a day.
That’s something to cry about!
Stop the petty-
petty grumbles and pointless gossip;
clock that didn’t fall back,
really? too small a font for your squinty eyes
fire drill bucking your cherished schedule
a whopping 10 minutes
I don’t do basketball at recess.
You no good mother fuckers,