- Robert Roman
My Own Private Ulysses: Kate’s KMAUKC
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K.M.A.
-Will you tell him he can kiss my arse? Myles Crawford said throwing out his arm for emphasis. Tell him that straight from the stable.
- Ulysses, James Joyce
Kate’s KMAUKC
Mother’s counter to a hullabaloo:
"They can kiss my ass under Kaufman’s clock."
Like James Joyce, she’s NSFW.
Pick with these Irish and they’ll rock and sock.
Joyce’s jab, K.M.A., may first seem sparse,
But his punches come in bunches, combos
Like “He can kiss my royal Irish arse.”
That’s how the sweet scientists clinch KOs.
Now where was this low blow born? IDK?
This infight invite to kiss arse and ass?
Dublin? Pittsburgh? Some rest stop off the parkway?
Or somewhere hidden in the Catholic Mass?
If you give their ass a peck with your beak,
FYI, they will turn the other cheek.
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