Best Parodyautumn Poems
Shall I compare thee to an Autumn day?
Thou art more windy in the afternoon.
Old leaves of gold October throws away
Can never match your bottom's lively tune.
The scents of fruits are sweet at harvest time,
While scent of you can make a strong man cry.
Much beer and curry serve to fuel your crime
For saving scent of harvest I must sigh.
Each year the sweetness fades to winter rain,
When mud and grit are mixed with diesel fumes,
Your pungent stench appears whene'er you strain
Eternally we know your rank perfumes.
So long as beans are served and you still live,
You'll have a complex mix of scents to give.
the sharpest crack
from the boxers jaw,
a symbol of prosperity
to those who place reality in syntax
(mediocre vulgarity)
a stick of shaken veins gripped
firmly in my owners hand
waiting,
panting,
prisms of red, purple, amethyst
expressions grown in the autumn air
this city is a row of dancing
stars, glistening from the tail whip
of the moon—
tasting of her peeled flesh
all the while saying Blackberry, BlackBerry
conscience, a forgotten craftsman brew
simplistic concoctions for daytime
reality television;
White Russians,
Dirty Martinis,
Vodka Tonic,
You and I;
(cultural remedies)
please just one look through the kaleidoscope
whiskey wishes never getting passed
the screen door, graveyard excuses
a abscess buffet we dine in
pouring mucus mojitos
(synthetic designer abuses)
unlike the wino sun bathing
societies orphaned child,
we have found a name for self ruin
the title--
Experience, the great scapegoat
(thank you Oscar Wilde)
hypocrisy runs deep
a bottom without legs
a contraceptive with no tip
“To be, or not to Be”
cynics sipping cyanide
feasting on optimism
a glass;
murdered sex raising up
(don’t forget to tip the maitre’de)