LA VIE EN TASTY-FUCK

          The Cartesian French like to classify everybody,
     as in "genre gauchiste" and "genre naziskin,"
so you start doing it too, for example,
          at the Eric Clapton concert at La Villette
     when you see walking down the aisles a bodybuilder,
a kid in baggy pants and baseball cap,

          a tall one with long hair and a goatee,
     and then a prissy one, and you say,
"genre gorilla, genre homeboy, genre musketeer,
          genre tasty-fuck," and your wife hisses,
     "Be quiet, you idiot, they'll hear you!"
and you say, "Who cares? They can't understand

          English, much less our private language,"
     and she says, "But they can tell when
you're making fun of them! Even stupid people
          can tell when you're making fun of them,
     you stupid idiot!" Sometimes even
my own wife is too tasty-fuck for me.