Today’s entry is Day 3 creation for the OctWriPoMo. It diverges from the daily prompt. I started writing it last week, on the day Hugh Hefner died. Please note it is not for readers under the age of 18.
HUGH
“Life is too short to be living somebody else’s dream,”
–Hugh Hefner
A titanic red velveteen heart
Is strewn with pumped smackers
and laced cheeks.
Cleaving the rouged organ
lies a shriveled john
sporting a Viagran Pole.
Boy whose daddy
said boys will be boys.
Boy who was told that
girls were his toys.
Boy who was trained
to pay is to get.
Boy who believes
bunnies are pets.
Girls whose mommies
and daddies call pretty,
say when you have looks
you don’t have to be witty.
Girls who have boyfriends
for the 5th grade dance.
Girls who got boob jobs
as graduation presents.
Girls whose first blow jobs
Were their fingers down their throats
Snagging gram’s ex-lax
And wearing baggy coats.
Girls who believe it won’t hurt that much
Just pop a Xanax, it’s your best crutch
So what if he’s ugly and smells like old man
Your purse overflows and how great is your tan!
Girls put on ears, they put on the tail,
Girls live in a mansion, girls wiggle for male.
Girls blow the live mummy with a Cheshire cat grin
Girls groomed from day 1 that it isn’t a sin.
The mummy insists that he must live his dream
Too bad for the bunnies who swallow his cream.
Originally posted in 2017 and pulled out of retirement at Brendan’s call for satire at Desperate Poets.
Tao Talk 
Truly an incredible piece of writing.
Being a male means I’m a slave to my instincts but this line I find to be the best “Too bad for the bunnies who swallow his cream.”
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thank you. a little flippin the script
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Wow! You might want to share this poem here: http://iamnotasilentpoet.wordpress.com/ It’s a magazine for poetry and artwork protesting against abuse in any of its forms.
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I agree. This is a powerful piece of art that needs to be shared.
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Angela, how do I share it there?
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I just went to the site and saw how to submit it. Thank you for the suggestion.
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Good question. I’m part of the Facebook group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/721114444630517/ When you join that, you can post poems related to the group all by yourself. For the magazine Rueben probably has the directions posted on the blog (or you can ask in the Facebook group).
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Thank you very much, Angela.
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this a fabulous- this is scathing – this is so clever….thank you….and in a way I wish under 18’s could read it and get what it is about….
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Thank you, zannierose. I know what you mean. Forewarned is forearmed.
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Yep. You encapsulated his lifetime and his thoughts/attitude toward those he seduced. Thank you. xoA
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Thank you very much, A.
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This is powerful.
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thank you
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I’m not sure I agree with all the implications of your poem, but I really liked the imagery and the rhythm of it.
Well written!
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thank you!
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I didn’t know he died. I laughed at “live mummy”. Great write.
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Thanks Melissa! I wrote the Hugh poem right after he died and the Harvey one right around the time they arrested him. Hugh was one creepy ass dude.
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Another scorcher. You have a fine flair for satire, something we don’t see enough of in the poetry rounds.
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Brendan, thank you. When I get riled up it happens as a matter of course.
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These are a lot of fun and unexpected rhymes.
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It was quite a venting session at the time to write them.
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Yea you can get things out that way.
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Another brilliant piece, Lisa. I love how you pull no punches and tell it like it (sadly) is.
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Again, thank you, my dear.
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My pleasure, Lisa.
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Good one Lisa, I had forgotten about Hugh, he’s kind of the grandfather of creep…JIM
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LOL I love your name for him, The Grandfather of Creep. I read a book by Gay Talese a few years ago, “Thy Brother’s Wife,” which goes into a marvelously researched — including in vivo experiences — of the sexual revolution across America. Hugh is covered pretty thoroughly in it. Well worth a read if you get a chance.
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This would be hilarious(and in a squint of course it is) if it weren’t so true and so sad. I love the rhyme and cadence, especially the stanza with this stand-out line? “Girls blow the live mummy with a Cheshire cat grin..” Literally stomach churning.
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I was never so happy to hear his reign ended.
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