Ask Murderers

"May I ax you something," he said. 
"Only if you don't lop off my head!"

Please don't 
ax me about my ring. 
A severed finger is a bloody thing. 

Please don't 
ax me about my shoes
Running without feet is sure to lose. 

Please don't 
ax me about my belt,
Do I look good with my guts spilled out?

Please don't 
ax me about my eyes,
I don't want my vision circumcised. 

Please don't 
ax me about my hair,
Without my scalp, I'm going nowhere. 

Please don't 
ax me about my heart,
It's not bleeding and doesn't intend to start. 

Ax all you want, I always say. 
Just give me time, to get out of the way. 
 

Murdering the Ask

Copyright 2003 © Ronald W. Hull

4/28/03

Apologies to my many Afro-American friends.
Pronouncing "Ask" as "Ax" is common among
dialects in rural Black American communities.


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