Bad things,
I’ll be against them.
If you’ll be my friend, I’ll give you
my sympathy for the Palestinians.
If you take down your pants, you’ll get
my don’t get me started
on George W. Bush.
Into my mouth you can drop
any slogan you want –
weekly on the letters page
I’ll give you hate mail
you can only agree with –
if you’ll sign up
to know nothing about
the games I play with children
in the shed at the bottom of the garden.
Let me in,
Alliance Against Everything, and together
we’ll make of the world a girl
come to terms with the iambic beat
of my tobacco flavoured fist.
KEVIN HIGGINS
This poem first appeared in Frightening New Furniture (Salmon Poetry, April 2010)