Jack Up the Bean Stalk
for M.N.W.

ever-ready battery, ever-ready love
ever ready for what she has to allow, to give, to live with

she paid the check, is she liberated
we could go far, could grow like a bean stalk
for Jack to go up, giant to come down

but Jack has his gold, has an axe
what if he were a son of mine, son of hers

we’d have to spank him, scold him

if I hold her too closely I know Jack with his axe
with all his mischief, would come creeping forth
and the giant, poor man, would come tumbling down


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2000
2:01 a.m. 01.14.00