Sunday, March 6, 2011

Fuck a Poet

The fuck-a-poet club

Forget
those clubs
mile high or higher.
Any fool
can pay
to ride on an aeroplane
and get bounced around
in a plastic shell.

Forget those
swinging swingers parties
where swingers swing
their swinging bats at any ball
that slings its way
into the park.

How many people
will you ever fuck
that will write a poem
about it afterward?

Schluff off
those other suitors
in their tailored bravado
boring people
fuck boring people
over martinis
between business hours and television shows
Who the fuck orders
a grilled cheese sandwich
in a restaurant?
Who the fuck orders
a grilled cheese sandwich
in a restaurant
when they could
fuck a poet?

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