POETRY SHOUTS THE OBVIOUS

Poetry shouts the obvious to deaf ears—
It’s not a professor studying an obscure poem for years—
No, a poem shouts the obvious to every one of your peers—
It’s not a cabal of self-righteous queers,
A poem is a melody crying melodious tears
After a brawling fist fight among a thousand beers
That brought out love and its elemental fears—
Poetry’s no study elaborately switching gears—
Poetry shouts the obvious to deaf ears.

1 Comment

  1. August 5, 2012 at 3:00 pm

    Four-and-twenty virgins come down from Inverness,
    And when the Ball was over, there were four-and-twenty less,

    Singin’ balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
    If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all..

    There was doin’ in the parlor, there was doin’ on the stones,
    But ya couldn’t a hear the music for the wheezin’ and the groans,

    Singin’ balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
    If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.

    The undertaker, he was there, all wrapped up in a shroud,
    Swingin’ from the chandelier, and peein’ on the crowd,

    Singin’ balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
    If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.

    The village cripple, he was there, ah he could not do much,
    So he lined the ladies against the wall, and he did ‘em with his crutch,

    Singin’ balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
    If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.

    Miss Mary McPherson was standin’ way up front,
    Some posies in her hand, and a carrot in her cunt,

    Singin’ balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
    If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.

    The Village postman, he was there, but the poor man had the pox,
    He could not do the lassies, so he did the letter box,

    Singin’ balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
    If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.

    The Village Magician, he was there, he gave us all a laugh,
    He pulled his foreskin over his head, and he vanished up his ass,

    Singin’ balls to your partner, your ass against the wall,
    If ya never been had on a Saturday night, ya never been had at all.


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