Chicano Poet

Friday, December 22, 2006

Old McDonald Had A Poetry Farm

Ah, they say the blood was flowing roses,
rub your noses, thorns of sugar,
mustache full of boogers,

Frank for the Nazis to spank,
Emily’s ghost passing right through God’s ghost,
the chariots in a monologue of oops,

Richard shot and John suffocated,
Christmas lights defecated,
Miss America inebriated,

no matter how you look at it,
Dorian Gray mirrors look back at you,
not every bitch and bastard’s a poet,

you’d think the greatest country in the world
could provide some kind of protection
but the boys bought the farm

and this includes barn, tractor,
cows, pigs, taxes,
mending fences and chicken shit.


At 4:12 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

change line 8 to "Christmas lights decaffeinated..." and you've got a nursery rhyme suitable for the grandkids! Cheers to Old Mac, and yourself & nearest and dearest, best wishes from the wild wombats and loopy kangaroos, Merry Xmax and gaucamole forever! Ivan & Anita Carswell

At 12:52 AM, Blogger RC said...

I've been offline,Ivan but a belated Xmas and a Happy New Year to you and Anita.Sorry to say I still can not post comments to your blog.But I keep trying.


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