Monday, December 27, 2004

Oops.... I stepped in some Kwanzaa

I think I stepped in

You call yourself the defender
You mean like the one and only
That certainly must get
Kinda lonely

To be having to
Constanly fitting your face
Into some
Made up version of grace

To be as snug as a bug
In a rug
For some felony melody
Slingin slug

Go on and act all
Petulantly patient and cool
Oh wonderous fan of -I'm better than-
But drool is drool is drool

Poor conquered baby
Of course you need healing
And will for all time
Because it's addictively appealing

But maybe you can cover it over
With more intellectual posturing and praise
Oh wannabe priest of a
Made up shallow holiday

2:10 pm
transcribed this time
7:25 pm


At 11:25 AM, Blogger 2spotlefty said...

Ladies & gentlemen, the new American bard (was there an old one?certainly not whitman, yuck) "Half Wits" (personally I think you're a whole wit,bravo!)


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