[lit-ideas] Another Goddamn Poem
- From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Thu, 2 Oct 2008 01:45:41 -0500
THE LITERARY GEARY
It was the forty-second of July and I was still flying high,
still singing I'm a Yankee Noodle Pansy
when all of sudden sobriety set in
and there I was upside down again
in all my beliefs and all my griefs
and wanting only to piss and puke,
and maybe later to rebuke
Eric of America.
But he's a clever one,
that one,
never willing to be undone,
so better beware, better be sober,
better to send Red Rover right over,
see if he can break the grasp,
or through sheer noodle brutal
undo the hasp,
or in snickery trickery unclasp the fasten-
er.
God knows, (as only he can) I need a victory.
No more of these contradictory
signs of success.
I want to RULE!
I wouldn't be cruel
to any of those who bowed to me,
allowed to me
things extraordinaire.
It's only fair that rulers breathe
a fresher air.
I'm sure you're as sick of this by now as I,
and so I'm going to end it now before I die.
I do not want it said of me:
Mike, poor chap, he died of boredom,
writing a poem that, so it's claimed,
no critic dare speak it's name:
"literary whoredom."
Mike Geary
Memphis
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