succotash

olderman
olderman Posts: 1,765
edited March 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
corn and beans,
mush mouthed and mean,
follows us down to the dregs.

a right, riled bastard,
full of brown mustard,
drinking of all the town's kegs.

pounds his last mandate,
a faltered thought, his state
is largely delusional drivel.

yet i heard him exclaim,
in his wisdom for shame,
he has since lost his shovel.

digging in feels of drums,
plants his heels and strums
on a mandolin's mad festival sound.

he'd rather a maiden,
his treasures are laden,
with pearls of wigdom bound.

we run up a mountain,
we rest at a fountain,
we hide from his crazy stare.

his eyes are now dried,
no more tears he will cry,
his testament is beware.

beware of the lovers,
the doves and the covers,
man's best pleasures are streams.

over run in pleasure,
give, give without measure,
live the pleasure of your dreams

somesuchdriveliown
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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  • Being Enlightened
    Being Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    "Thufferin' thuccotash!" :D She says doing her best Sylvester impression. ;)
    I liked how this read and it made me smile. :) "somesuchdriveliown"- LOVE IT!!
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen

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