Three Limericks

A Few Rhymes


I think I'm going crazy.
Will I be there by dawn?
And time continues
Unimpeded on.


When I began to hate her -
Memory recalls -
She turned and kicked me
Squarely in the b---s.


She said a single line
Was genius.  And I thought
She meant the poem totally.
She told me, she did NOT!


Why does so much poesy
Come from this field of chalk?
Is it just because
I like to talk?


I walk a careful line.
Be sure that she will stay.
If she leaves he'll hate me.
I can't go on this way.


Once I lived alone,
My head beneath the sand.
She's dealing from the bottom.
This game that they have planned
Is close and underhand.


An imbecilic fool
I think they think of me.
When I am gone it's over.
And I can hear the sea.


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A Fragment


Return, my soul,
To the status quo,
Familiarity.
I've written poems next to all
The night,
And now it's morning.
Such an undertaking seldom
Yields a pretty poem.


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They Call It America


I get enough for one
But not enough for two.
What he gets
Is not enough for any.


Republicans in congress
Make it absolutely clear -
The feeble, sick and old
Will never prosper.


America.  God bless it.
So they sing when they're at war.
And burn a cross.
And smile when fagots die.


Anyone with feelings
Is a cynic when he's 10.
Or born with an
Indifference to truth.


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Three Limericks


Two arrogant dykes in a booth
Were wasting what's left of their youth.
The waitress was sweet
But she couldn't compete
With their hostile conception of truth.



I never smile back at a clerk
Who loves me as part of her work.
I think she's absurd
So I don't say a word.
She's phony.  And I am a jerk.


A bankruptcy.  I am remiss.
Freedom from penury!  Bliss! 
But what if I fail
Or wind up in jail?
And can I afford even this?


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