A Thanksfgiving Day Hymn

A Thanksgiving Day Hymn

Tomorrow Thanksgiving is here,

The day we hold most dear

Except the day our savior was born,

Later in the year.

Pity the grim ascetic

And lonely paripatetic

Without a mother to stuff with bread,

Good is an emetic.

No one will be sad,

Not mom or sis or dad.

We left a can of squash to feed

The poor, so they'll be glad.

11-27-13

Queers

The obstetrician took

A look into her cunt,

Saw two embryos

And hollered, “What a stunt!”

A dual pregnancy,

And both of them were male.

But then the obstetrician's

Face began to pale.

These two inchoate persons

Without a feature missing

Each possessed a penis,

And it seemed that they were kissing.

Clearly they were fagots,

Which all good men condemn.

He grabbed a pair of forceps

And aborted them.

It made his other patients

Who heard the news rejoice.

These evil little embryos

Were Nancy Boys by choice.

4-21-12

 

Homosexuals

I don't like homosexuals,

And I'm a faggot too.

They're waspish, cold and lethal

If you're clumsy. But a few

Are gentle little creatures

Who will curl up in your arms,

Not all of them naïve like me,

Like refugees from farms.

And lesbians are practically

A study in tattoos,

Purple hair and macho,

Like a carnival of cooze.

11-27-13

Cats & Talent

My poems do not sparkle with delight.

They grumble like an ogre in the night.

Where is Keats who showed me how to write?

I wrote before we met. And even now

Poesy is not instructed how.

Sad eyed Saturn, laurel on his brow.

Nurtured like a kitten by its mother,

Every cat has instincts and no other,

Each varying in nuance from its brother.

However I have not examined cats.

I've seen them tumble, cuddle and relax,

All their worlds suburban two room flats.

Simple, bland they stay upon their tracks.

11-27-13

 

Waking Up

I always awake optimistic

Except when I wake up insane.

I think I'm getting well

In the center of the war,

Though the enemy's not retreating.

“Suzanne” by Leonard Cohen

Makes me fall in love

Until the music's over

With Charlie whom I hated,

Insidious, unkind.

Sea shells, sand and snakes

Where water laps them daily

In a regular routine.

11-27-13