gestapo sentimentality
alice olds ellington
in italy moths don’t murder their babies.
mothers are a million people
and look like Sophia Loren.
I look that good.
I am an american.
I murder fathers.
children are precious.
fathers don’t give a shit.
they don’t like me, in fact.
they wish me to come down with measles
or measly dates - which are the fruit.
fathers are so horrible in america
they don’t even tell you you are beautiful
and why they have to put you on permanent hold.
fathers in america are now SS men
and keep you, if you are blonde,
on social security until they die.
when the american fathers die
they leave you with the credit card bills.
while living, you, the blonde,
are forced to believe you are ugly
because you weigh over 121.
Tell me, Sophia, how can I regain
a beautiful disposition while living
with a father who calls me a Mack Truck.
and who makes me think i’ve always been ugly
except when taken over in 1985 by the goddess
Hera. Tell me, Sophia, he seems to like
17-year-old boys better than me.
when it comes to women, he is all out
of proportion. He thinks the cleaning woman
is the perfect fit and why? because she thinks
not even one minute about Beauty. How can she?
I ask this knowing that if she asked god
for beauty he would supply her with SSI checks.
that’s what i get. God, I want to mail you a recent
snapshot. I don’t look 53 and I know, by all I know,
that I am beautiful. why don’t I have any dates?
fast answer? Because what you know in your dark
corners is the truth about your “dad.” he is the devil,
he hates you, he hates me, he hated his wife, he hates
and works with that emotion to screw up every life he
is in care of. Look how his twin sister grovels
in front of him and how out of meager side-splitting
monies dies to give the brother, the Monger, her
last pennies. why would he not do the same with
his daughter? if you can and this is God would
you do a favor for mankind? would you murder him?
you may have to serve time, but hand-clapping
would be the approval.
