Some people think I want to do nothing but drink beer . . . and scotch — but I write poetry and stuff like that.
Some people think I want to do nothing but drink beer . . . and scotch — but I write poetry and stuff like that.
Peel back the skin of today’s cosmetic world; and all the problems are still there. They go too deep to build a world of electric cars and ecological shoes on. People are selling their products, they’re selling their policies, their selling their image – but they aren’t selling the dirty job of responsible living and thankless effort that makes you an adult — it’s up to you.
Why? Because I like to write poetry; and because this book is about thinking, and doing, and creating. Society is what people do – Art is what people are.
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Reasonable Rhymes
I
They’re all blameless
In a sea of sameness
II
The more they say
The less they do
If there’s a way
It’s up to you
III
We read
Jack Keats
He knowed
What is ode
IV
Pity
Recently divorced
Smiles like the rhyme is forced
Wherefore one not married yet
Deal in sadness
Non regretted
V
Scientific studies
Created for consumption
Fit within
A paper thin
Prerogative presumption
VI
They’re cunning as weasels
And slicker’n snot
But compassionate humans
Is one thing they’re not
VII
Politicians re-recount
To obfuscate our doom
Like a pack of pachyderms
That fill the anteroom