Butters
The silent gesture
That two fingered one
Silent as captured in a Picture
Not dissimilar to our Bengal Tiger
Growl and Grapple, nearly all claws
Not subtle and smooth
But obscene and crude
But it gets its points across
All the same.
Without the noise of a foolish tale
Without the heart of an English man
Whose deference an age ago has passed
And now he winks and grins
And subtly uses it here and there
As if it were a vernacular
Gone all native
With those expletives
And even now
He simply says
“butters”
By Which he doesn’t mean
That which slips gently within.
(C) Shafeesthoughts Jan 12th 2018
Having Some Fun 😂
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