My father curses at inanimate objects
A stuck fly is a cocksucker
The tight top of a gefilte fish jar
Is a god-damned mother-fucker
If he drops a pen he yells
You piece of stupid shit
And even if my mother or me will drop
A bag of peppers he yells
You fucking bastards
I’m not sure exactly
If my father is
Really cursing at
The peppers or his fly,
My mother? Me Himself?
Or maybe he’s yelling at the entire
God-damn, mother-fucking, cock-sucking world