Aw fer chrissakes, this is nothing like your typical numbskulls wanting to ban âThe Adventures of Huckleberry Finnâ or âCatcher in the Ryeâ or Harry Potter. The poem contains a very graphic and brutal depiction of sex that is guaranteed to raise the hackles of a wide range of parents in most any public school, especially if there was no forewarning ahead of the reading. Virtually every Ginsberg poem Iâve ever come across contains at least a few lines that will make some parents uncomfortable, but mere discomfort is a far thing from what âPlease Masterâ concludes with. A public high school teacher who canât discern the difference between âPlease Masterâ on one hand and âIn The Baggage Room At Greyhoundâ or âA Supermarket in Californiaâ on the other is displaying a remarkable disregard for the impact of language in the context of where itâs read, and to whom.
The excuse that language in popular entertainment is similarly graphic is irrelevant, since public school systems donât have any control over whatâs broadcast in the first place. What they can control is what takes place within their classrooms.
It also doesnât help that Ginsberg was an outspoken member and supporter of NAMBLA. You can try all day to make the argument that his political/social opinions donât mean his poetry shouldnât be read, but NAMBLA is a hard thing to get past for any school audience or collection of parents.
If the teacher thought it was important to expose his students to Ginsbergâs work, he did have the option of reading aloud excerpts without the graphic sexual content; portions of âThe Baggage Room at Greyhoundâ are wonderful and evocative examples of Ginsbergâs poetry and use of language. That should have been enough for his high school classroom.
OK, I just read the entirety of âPlease, Master.â It ainât just the last six lines, people.
Please Master
Please master can I touch your cheek
please master can I kneel at your feet
please master can I loosen your blue pants
please master can I gaze at your golden haired belly
please master can I gently take down your shorts
please master can I have your thighs bare to my eyes
please master can I take off your clothes below your chair
please master can I kiss your ankles and soul
please master can I touch lips to your muscle hairless thigh
please master can I lay my ear pressed to your stomach
please master can I wrap my arms around your white ass
please master can I lick your groin curled with soft blond fur
please master can I touch my tongue to your rosy asshole
please master may I pass my face to your balls
please master, please look into my eyes,
please master order me down on the floor,
please master tell me to lick your thick shaft
please master put your rough hands on my bald hairy skull
please master press my mouth to your prick-heart
please master press my face into your belly, pull me slowly strong thumbed
till your dumb hardness fills my throat to the base
till I swallow and taste your delicate flesh-hot prick barrel veined Please
Master push my shoulders away and stare into my eye, & make me bend over
the table
please master grab my thighs and lift my ass to your waist
please master your rough handâs stroke on my neck your palm down my backside
please master push me up, my feet on chairs, till my hole feels the breath of
your spit and your thumb stroke
please master make me say Please Master Fuck me now Please
Master grease my balls and hairmouth with sweet vaselines
please master stroke your shaft with white creams
please master touch your cock head to my wrinkled self-hole
please master push it in gently, your elbows enwrapped around my breast
your arms passing down to my belly, my penis you touch w/ your little fingers
please master shove it in me a little, a little, a little,
please master sink your droor thing down my behind
& please master make me wiggle my rear to eat up the prick trunk
till my asshalfs cuddle your thighs, my back bent over
till Iâm alone sticking out your sword stuck throbbing in me
please master pull out and slowly roll into the bottom
please master lunge it again, and withdraw to the tip
please please master fuck me again with your self, please fuck me Please
Master drive it down till it hurts me the softness the
Softness please master make love to my ass, give body to center & fuck me
for good like a girl,
tenderly clasp me please master I take me to thee,
& drive in my belly your selfsame sweet heat-rood
your fingered in solitude Denver or Brooklyn or fucked in a maiden in Paris
carlots
please master drive me thy vehicle, body of love drops, sweat fuck
body of tenderness, Give me your dog fuck faster
please master make me go moan on the table
Go moan O please master do fuck me like that
in your rhythm thrill-plunge and pull-back bounce & push down
till I loosen my asshole a dog on the table yelping with terror delight to be
loved
Please master call me a dog, an ass beast, a wet asshole
& fuck me more violent, my eyes hid with your palms round my skull
& plunge down in a brutal hard lash thru soft drip-fish
& throb thru five seconds to spurt out your semen heat
over & over, bamming it in while I cry out your name I do love you
please Master.
Anybody who thinks this reading this poem aloud to a public high school class would result in anything other than a gigantic blinking neon shitstorm is amazingly naive, and I have little sympathy for them.