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.