UNDERSTANDING WOMEN.

GRASSFLY AND WOMEN.

Grassfly didn’t understand women;

Never quite grasped their fundamental

Psychology; never quite knew the trick

To get them on his side. His mother was

A matriarch who ruled the home with a

Big stick and a tongue like a viper’s spit.

Got to understand women, son, she’d say,

Else your limp life’ll be worth s**t. He loved

To play piano; it gave him an outlet playing

His Schubert or Chopin pieces against the

Backdrop of his mother’s tongue. His woman

Friend, Big Bess, who wore outlandish clothes

And an XXL dress, was a mystery to him, like

Some character from Finnegan’s Wake, who

Loved to dance and say, Look Boy, see my big

A*s shake. Grassfly thought women an enigma;

God’s afterthought; the proverbial eater of

Apples, the talker with snakes. He played his

Piano pieces, watched with dulled disinterest,

Big Bess’s breasts and broad a*s shake.