Commie Wants a Trust Fund
Rosemary, you’re the only kind waitress in this radical cooperative socially-woke vegan restaurant
all the other waitresses despise me because I’m the dishwasher
Rosemary, only you smile at me
all the other waitresses treat me like I’m salmonella
I thought I could scrub crud with pride here, but I was wrong
I’m in the grease pit of this phony utopia
Rosemary, you bring me half-eaten Ho Chi Minh hash browns to devour
you sneak me egalitarian waffles & Emma Goldman goulash
after work you tell me you wanna buy me a drink - so I follow you like a stray dog
you order Smirnoff because you want to support Soviets, like us
Rosemary, the longer I drink the longer your legs look
your eyes are as blue as the dish-washing detergent
your teeth are whiter than the coffee cups
Rosemary — what’s this? you’re telling me your husband is a Republican?
he’s been impotent with you since the last election?
now he’s having an affair with Sheena - his motivational coach?
Rosemary, you follow me now to my trailer by the train tracks
my bed is as frigid as a Siberian gulag
Rosemary, you beg me. “please talk like a Marxist”
I say, “Okay! I’m a Sandinista, Zapatista, Red Brigader
I shot the Czar, Che es mi amigo, Lumumba died in my arms”
Rosemary, your breast starts heaving like the collapse of the capitalist system
you embrace me passionately
like the Workers of the World - united - we tear off our clothes
you want me inside you, but — oh no!
I’m as limp as your Republican husband
Rosemary, you cry: “what do you need? I’ll do anything?”
& I say, “Rosemary, I need a fantasy too
will you pretend to be my wealthy Grandmother
tell me you’re giving me stocks, bonds & mutual funds
tell me I’m going to inherit some money?”
Rosemary, you hiss, “that’s disgusting, that’s — bourgeoisie”
& I say, “I know, but it will definitely work”
Rosemary, what an odd couple we were
I was your Trotsky, you were my Trust Fund
I promised the destruction of what you promised me
until we shuddered with our own revolution