Beavis and Butthead
Dad and Daniel would watch Beavis and Butthead
while I was in the living room playing Barbie
and nan was in the kitchen making her pasta.
I would listen to Beavis and Butthead's dumb laughter,
plotting to get laid, I didn't understand back then;
I was five, but I thought it sounded funny.
Dad and Daniel would crack up
and comment how stupid they were,
but they were so easy to relate to, especially on MTV;
laughing as we waited for nan's homemade pasta
with homemade tomato sauce.
Nowadays it is dad and I that watch Beavis and Butthead,
while mom carries on nan's tradition;
we laugh and laugh; mom ignores us,
she hates the show, but we love the stupidity,
and although we wish new episodes were aired,
we are somewhat glad they never made new ones:
it brings me back to 1994 or 1995
when things were simple, safe and the music rocked
in the protection of nan's red brick house.