Am I a poet if I pen a hundred poems?
A thousand? Ten-thousand? Twenty-thousand?
Do binge written sonnets still count?
Am I a poet if my poems are no good?
When is a person who scribes an ode a poet?
Are all human beings naturally rhymers?
Does saying I'm a poet make me one?
When is a poet a poet, and how do they know it?
We used this pan to cook our eggs
when we were still alive
we bought that car in '83
and went for some long drives
This is the corner where we ate
and that's their wedding church
remember that time we bought some herb?
Man, this memory hurts
We wore those suits flying to Anchorage
when we were just nineteen
where's that time I remembered most?
'Tis here inside this dream
Attack attack attack
Devise devise devise
Defend defend defend
For we are still alive
Forgive forgive forgive
Forget forget forget
Rejoice rejoice rejoice
For we are not dead yet
Accept accept accept
Assess assess assess
Concede concede concede
For life's a game of chess
The know-it-all wakes up each day
His knowledge upmost on his mind
He knows much more than anyone
His smartness of a special kind
The know-it-all gets out of bed
His need for knowing like a drug
He cares not for reality
His ignorance absurdly smug
The know-it-all walks through the day
His knowledge pinpoint as a tome
He knows what's what and that is that
His grasping wider with each gloam
Jingle jangle my odes a bangle,
I wear proudly round by brows
Piggly wiggly, my poems bigly
speak my happy, flapping jowl
Spoken words powerfully said
like a sonnet laying in my bed,
hocus-pocus, here's the rhyme
slay the words as slicing lime!
I am a corpse
A living one
Until the day
my days are done
I'll start to rot
And then to reek
A smelly stiff
who tends to leak
I am a corpse
Of bone and flesh
Who soon will be
no longer fresh
My skin light/white
And then pale grey
I'll soon be dead
but not today!
All human tradition is bogus
all culture must be cancelled
we must start from scratch
and the new mark must be science
So sing and shout, dance and sway
but become entranced by science
praise each other and praise the day
remembering the answer's science
Chant the names, and chant them well
these names we chant have feeling
pray prone now, bow on bended knees
know only science names have meaning
We end up a corpse, fuck!
a goddamned, cock-sucking corpse
we end up a corpse, of course
that's how it works
We're all just a walking corpse, shit!
sooner or later a corpse
we end up a corpse, of course
that's how it is
I want what you have
you envy me
you want what I have
I envy you
we want what they have
they envy us
they have what we want
we envy them
Oh thank you thank you thank you
For these last years of my life
And thank you thank you thank you
For my fourth and final wife
Oh thank you thank you thank you
For these last swims in the sea
And thank you thank you thank you
For perpetual my spree
Oh thank you thank you thank you
For these last glad golden times
And thank you thank you thank you
For the tenure of my rhymes
An alpha male shat 'pon my sonnet!
He called it trash and then squatted
Calling for Buddha I became quieter
fearful because he's a huge hothead
The top dog then wiped his asshole,
using the medicated poem as paper
Focusing o'er grateful and thankful,
I remember never trigger for haters
