14-6



Inequity

"Watch
Blind Pedestrians"

it says
but not in Braille
and I watch them
without fail
but isn't this unfair
to those who see?
Do the blind, I wonder,
Listen protectively for me?


by Timons Esaias

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Timons Esaias is a satirist, poet and writer of short fiction, living in Pittsburgh, and teaching at Seton Hill University. His work has appeared in fifteen languages. His News Nots satire column appeared in seven newspapers, and convinced many readers that the Vatican was relocating to St. Louis and that the Pittsburgh Sewer & Water Authority had decided to add Prozac to the water supply (along with sodium pentothal at tax time). He tends to go on and on about stuff.

14-5



The Rhyme of the Patient Dog Owner


Pee pee, pee pee everywhere
They lift their legs in sync.
Pee pee, pee pee everywhere
And how the place does stink.

So very deep the spot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yes, naughty things do lift their legs
Upon all that they see.

Get out, get out, I scold and rout
The spritzing day and night;
They water, like a pitcher's spout,
As though it were all right.

And they in dreams assured were
Of their bright streams that plagued us so;
Our love so deep we had pardoned them
For all acts inapropos.

by Diane de Anda

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Diane de Anda is a third generation Latina and retired UCLA professor with expertise in teen pregnancy, STD, and violence prevention. No longer grinding out academic papers, she writes short stories, satires, parodies, children's books, and poetry. She has short stories in Rosebud and Pacific Review, poetry in Light, 7 published children's books, and hopes to make time to learn how to play her collection of 24 drums.

14-4



Professor Lothario

Protected by the ivied walls
He leered at coeds in the halls
And checked out all the students' breasts
While he was proctoring their tests.
Professor with a Ph.D.,
He lured young women easily,
Though if his status were unknown,
No one would choose by looks alone
His flabby frame and creviced face,
His balding head, his fake embrace.
He tricked young women dull and bright,
But gave no more than just one night,
Then learned how hard an icon falls
When jilted girls cut off his balls.

by Diane de Anda

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Diane de Anda is a third generation Latina and retired UCLA professor with expertise in teen pregnancy, STD, and violence prevention. No longer grinding out academic papers, she writes short stories, satires, parodies, children's books, and poetry. She has short stories in Rosebud and Pacific Review, poetry in Light, 7 published children's books, and hopes to make time to learn how to play her collection of 24 drums.