The Decrepit Man as Hell

a poem by Jingle T. 

good morning
there are pixellated stallagtites everywhere in your baby's nursery
& spotted plants of Real Wisdom and Ancient Mystery
it hurts
I have had to nix the bad parts
I've turned a clit into a labia
I made a bad joke early in the morning

with tremendous eager the son tries to control any electronic in reach to hit the worst buttons