Nancy Scott

THANK YOU, MR. K.

Now little boys don't need
to giggle behind the maple tree.
They can wiggle their weenies
at little girls with impunity.
Underage, a boy can drink
until he pukes; wait his turn,
fumble and grind, and, if
she tries to scream, clamp
his hand across her mouth.
If he can’t manage
to force himself within her
or claims he didn't do it,
there’s no crime.
Thanks for clarifying that.
The Devil’s Triangle is not
a drinking game, sir.
Though anatomically correct,
your meaning of boofing
has Merriam-Webster
in stitches. Tell us this—
do you feel entitled to set
precedent because you attended
a pricey private school,
where to have a hangover
was a badge of honor?
Despite denials and snarky replies,
your actions have enlightened us
about the law. Thank you, Mr. K.


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Nancy confesses: "I like men, despite their insecurities when it comes to sex. Believe me, I was bothered when my friend’s father grabbed my breasts and said, 'Nice headlights' or a city councilman asked me, 'How many inches can you take?' Today, with no memory of it, they would tell me I was mistaken."

NANCY SCOTT, managing editor of U.S.1 Worksheets for more than a decade, is the author of nine books of poetry and a novella, Marriage by Fire (Big Table Publishing Company, 2018), short stories described as "an elegant sexy romp." She had a long career as a social worker for the State of New Jersey, which inspired many of her poems. Originally from the Chicago area, she has resided in New Jersey for many years, but considers herself a Midwesterner. www.nancyscott.net