The Poetry Machine

The Poetry Machine The phrase is deus ex machina But I seem like such a pariah There's sabot for every machine I feel like a closet queen. Incognito or incognita It really doesn't mattah. Hopped up on so much amphetamine That I'm tempted to be mean. An alma mater with no alumna Would not have pleased my grandmamma The culture of the Pleistocene Gave rise to the evil Augustine. He had the morals of a Shah or a Pasha That he precipitated a coup d'état Being such a Philistine He was the libertine-est of the libertine. In modern terms he's so bourgeois He allowed no femina in his Utopia He was the essence of the obscene He had the mentality of a drag-queen. I quite identify with his aura I must be a member of his diaspora. So let me hasten to come clean I beseech and implore your forgiveness I pray for your mercy. I solicit your sanction For my disposition to demean. g Tiberius