Three Stanzas

Three Stanzas

They took what they wanted – plenty -

They took the best of me.

In my mind I'm 20,

But look at the rest of me.

Living alone in a nook

With some cats and a friend.

I have been given the hook,

But I've cats to attend.

Most are aggressive and win,

Or happen to lose some.

For those with a talent for sin,

You've a whole world to choose from.

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John

This is the story of pauvre John,

Irretrievably gone. He's gone.

Put on this planet to scr-w and know,

Now he goes where the angels go.

Went to Oakland when he was young

To cure his hang-ups. And he was hung.

It did no good. But when he came back

He preached the knowledge the Schiffies lack.

Very nasty and very vain,

He trod the ground of the sugar cane

With his little cloven feet.

Even that didn't make him sweet.

He loved to lie in a daisy chain

In the meadow beside a tarn.

Make a blunder and with disdain

He'd nail you to the old red barn.

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Rene

Poor baby, storm and strife

Hound his misbegotten life,

His troubled psyche since he was two,

Held together with tape and glue.

In search of a friend, a lover, a wife,

He'll walk the hell all over you.

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Values

Her brain was dead

So keep her corpse alive,

Cried the good and holy

Homophobes.

Pot should be illegal,

And we'll damn sure see it is.

It doesn't hurt a thing,

But we don't like it,

So it goes.

You're living in America.

And Christians don't make sense.

If they destroy a million lives,

All that counts is Jesus.

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Old Age

When people that you love get old

And look like someone else,

It's worse than getting old yourself.

And cats beside the road.

If nature is a mother, she's

Medea. People try,

Some of them, not all of them,

Just very very few.

Like a shadow in a frame

That's coming into focus,

Republicans are wicked men,

Who only love a god.

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Home

You gave me a home

I never had,

Filled with the myth

That you are bad.

Poems emerge

From the deadly night.

Skimming the surface

Of life, I write.

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Games

One needn't be intelligent

To play a crooked game.

Only think what babies think.

Even cats play games.

A little jerk, a little twitch,

Ingenuously smile,

Or wait until the customary

Moment, and then move.

Life is very repetitious,

Practically a bore.

The cards were dealt when earth was formed,

And every card's a joker.

And all the dice are blank.

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