Butters

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 😂