this poem aint got no manners

beware : do not read this poem
by ishmael reed

tonite, thriller was
abt an ol woman, so vain she
surrounded herself w /
      many mirrors

it got so bad that finally she
locked herself indoors & her
whole life became the

      mirrors

one day the villagers broke
into her house , but she was too
swift for them . she disappeared

      into a mirror
each tenant who bought the house
after that , lost a loved one to
      the ol woman in the mirror :
      first a little girl
      then a young woman
      then the young woman/s husband

the hunger of this poem is legendary
it has taken in many victims
back off from this poem
it has drawn in yr feet
back off from this poem
it has drawn in yr legs

back off from this poem
it is a greedy mirror
you are into this poem . from

      the waist down
nobody can hear you can they ?
this poem has had you up to here
      belch
this poem aint got no manners
you cant call out frm this poem
relax now & go w / this poem

move & roll on to this poem
do not resist this poem
this poem has yr eyes
this poem has his head
this poem has his arms
this poem has his fingers
this poem has his fingertips

this poem is the reader & the
reader this poem

statistic : the us bureau of missing persons re-

          ports that in 1968 over 100,000 people
          disappeared leaving no solid clues
          nor trace     only
a space       in the lives of their friends