My poetry teacher Miss Took
read out poems out of her book
one poem was so rude
it was verging on lewd
"Thought t'was the other, I mistook"
There was a man who searched for the oasis
But was lacking in the social graces
He’d splash on some musk
But then acted brusque
By looking for love in all the thong places
Lewd Louie came from Windy City
he went straight for the nitty gritty
got fresh with Margo
who told her man Beau
who kicked his a** with rhythmicity
A young girl with bosom to spare
Thought men would adore her firm pair
And found - in a pinch -
Men may grow an inch
But none come equipped with a spare!
She had been a stripper
Her life was lewd and rude.
In respect to her profession,
She was buried in the nude.
Hanging from the crane
is the end-all,
the pitied and plain
inheritor of pain.
It drifts and dangles
in the weak breeze.
You can't turn the pages.
Accept this and die.
Black shrouds blue
a dingy hue
This greedy minscus constricts us
~~~Mother Earth's shameful eyepatch~~
A gull's squak gurgled crude
chirping 89 octane birdsongs
forever grounded by fossil fuel fettered feathers
sharp eyes, glazed over, searching the horizon
for a savior from this senselessness
Feed the steely beasts,
produced in fleets,
chrome teeth and audible horns,
the black blood we gave them
and thirst for thanklessly.
Their evolution halted by prophets of profit
We extract that which we cannot put back
veins spew petroleum poison
hemmorhaging
Cuts bleed. Logically
Yet here stands man,
knife in hand
confounded by healing our wounded land
as figureheads foist fingers frenetically
***Inspired by Poetry Soup's Gulf Oil Spill contest!!
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