Old Dogs

BOOB JOB


the nineties

I have to check
every once in a while
just to make absolutely sure
that it's actually printed
on the calendar
since it seems
these days
we could be in any decade
from almost any century
the worst of the past
keep cropping up
racial persecution
religious persecution
political persecution
disease
famine
war
and paisley
my God
everywhere I look
there's still
paisley

do we
never learn?
will we ever
grow up?
can't we take
a good long look
at the terrible things
happening around us
and realize
that they've got
to change?

history
those who study it
are forever mired
in its foulest
prejudices
and fears

not even
the outward vestiges
on the fragile human form
can escape the entrenchment
of historical thought
appearance still paramount
the superficial criterion
for judging one another
still basically the same
down through
the millennia
or a least
certainly
down through
my limited
lifetime

the last
employment opening
for which I decided to apply
was a maintenance opening
at a downtown hotel
you know
a roll up your sleeves
get dirty and fix it
type of undertaking
painting
wiring
plumbing
and the first question
asked by the interviewer
was whether or not
I would be willing
to wear a uniform
and cut my hair

appearances

will we ever
be beyond
that barrier
of a correct cut-out copy
requirement
for whatever
the position?

no

we won't
for the same reason
that we'll never stop
the manufacture
marketing
and purchase
of paisley

some idiotic picture
in our collective conscience
of what is pleasing
and proper
to the eye
at any given
point in time
dictates
our desires

now
women I know
are bandying about
the notion
of breast implants

actually considering
going under the knife
to enhance their already
attractive proportions
for no other reason
than vanity
and these
are nineties era
career oriented women
who still worry
about the size
of their
tits

OK

I concede

from now on
I'll sport only crewcuts
and the finest suits
with paisley ties
shoes shined
every day
of the week
and if
the mammae that I meet
on the street
do not
measure up
I'll walk on by
in search of
mountains
on the
horizon