Waiters & Clerks

Behind Keats

Did I read it right?

Did a publisher declare

That Junkets was a pest?

Shuffle it away.

His interminable letters

In poetry and prose,

Pondered now by scholars -

Were they ever read?

Junkets wrote his friends

Liked his poetry.

Did they really like it

Or was he just insane?

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Waiters & Clerks

The filthy wrinkled farmer

In a big black sweaty hat

Put his arm around her

And made a witless joke.

Never go to Denny's

If you think you've got a friend.

They get paid a pittance

To befriend the world.

Every clerk is crazy.

They greet you with a smile

And forget they ever met you

When you leave the store.

Don't give your books to strangers.

Make them bloody pay.

They'll toss them in the garbage,

And it's their loss too.

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Fury

Every cop's a bully,

A villain in disguise.

Must I love a cat

That won't leave me alone?

Stupid little cat

That won't accept rejection,

Look into a mirror

And see me looking back.

No! I've always easily

Acceded in rejections.

But every shrink's a looney

Who needs to see a shrink!

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Art

Poetry and painting,

Music – art is gone.

Nobody who cares

For beauty is alive.

Paintings just mean money,

Connoisseurs and experts.

Poetry and music -

Politely called “abstruse”.

Rock and rap and horror

Dominate the market.

Art is a commodity

And everybody pays.

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