Pi脙卤ata in the Marching Band
By Paul Jolly
You don鈥檛 want a condom
rolled off the slick cock
and stuff it into its envelope.
You don鈥檛 re-origamify an inflated airbag
and stuffed into its pouch with hope
it repeats its trick next crash.
These things are one-use items,
and no one complains, even in this stern
reduce / reuse / recycle climate.
So get off my back about the pi脙卤ata.
A bee dies in the sting, and a male
Praying mantis is only good for one screw
before the female snacks on his head.
At most hysterical tune鈥檚 climax,
in front of the judges鈥� booth, the bass
drums do their thing, the low note
of a baritone sax makes everyone pride
-giddy. The drum major will nod at me.
I will deliver a resolute whack that ricochets
for city blocks. It鈥檚 a thump no
drum can muster plus candy.