A Poem Written from the Perspective of the Mouth on a 63-Year-Old Woman Walking Around the Mall

By God,
I can eat a lot of
ice cream.
I'm a big fat mouth,
and ugly too.

I mean, look at this
shit. Have you ever
seen a mouth so fat
and nasty?

I will go at this ice cream
cone like this old broad's
never eaten before.

And trust me, ice cream's
not the only thing she
has me attack.

I also ravage her husband's
ears. That bastard's constantly
in need of a lesson,
a good what-for!
and I give it to 'im.

And those fuckin' kids.
They always need it, too.