Rhyming
asshole.
Up the creek without a paddle.
On a horse without a saddle.
Can’t find a new rhyme
to save my soul.
Got a
lighter?
Flame’s too low, then turn it brighter.
Filthy habits make it righter.
I got it this time
(yeah, right…yeah, sure).
Keep it in the tune.
Blow it up into a big balloon.
Crap you write thinking it’ll play in barrooms
and shatter the spoons.
I’m an
asshole.
Empty shell that lost a turtle.
Hoopy skirt without a girdle.
Or like when Alice
fell through the hole.
Slug it through the song.
Englishmen say “king” and Chinese “wong.”
Nonsense about how a factory Swiss watch can’t say “ding-dong”.
But drag it along.
Ponder through the night.
Starlight star bright twinkle little light.
Bullshit concerning Baryshni-cat in a dogfight
and Pilate in tights…
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