A poem a day in April from Rutgers English PhD students and friends.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

The Bros Are Out!

It's all frisbees and backwards baseball caps
Boat shoes and khaki shorts
Now that warm is here
A certain asshole explained to me over Mexican
That to judge bros
For being bros
Is judgmental
And not appropriate for an instructor
Of young minds
Remember class
Remember class-based pressures to conform
And I was like
Dude
I'm a scholarship kid
With big tits
Relax

2 comments:

  1. Ha ha! thanks, asshole, for your mansplanation of bros and class! although the bros gamboling in the fields are as sure a sign of spring as crocuses & forsythia, so good for them.

    My poem title had already occurred to me as a possibility when I read this poem for the first time, but I'm pretty sure your use of "asshole" was the final deciding factor! so maybe my poem is somehow in the voice of your certain asshole, or maybe of Becca's east-coast asshole, or maybe of assholes everywhere, although if that were the case it would totally be one of those weird object-tales from the 18th century. Or the time my friends and I played a game of "Psychiatrist" where our affliction was that we could all only talk out of our butts. Sorry, this comment has gotten WAY far away from bros & has become totally inappropriately scatological; what is wrong with me? And why am I still posting it? I am, though.

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  2. Lovin' the asshole motif woven throughout our blog! I clicked LOLZ as soon as I read the title of this poem -- like a judge of The Voice, I hit my button and spun around in my chair at the FIRST NOTE!

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