Poem of the: Feeble Heroes of the Day

William Faulkner was a punk and a drunk!

Dylan Thomas was a punk and a drunk!

Hemingway was a drunk and a suicide!

Jack London was a drunk, but less than a punk!

F. Scott Fitzgerald was a punk and a drunk

Sylvia Plath and her mate, Anne Sexton were

      both mentally ill poet suicides;

We can add Virginia Woolf to that list too:

And we can add George Sterling to that also.

Elvis was no punk no drunk, but was a drug

       addict all the same; likened to the Beatles,

And the Doors: sex mongrels so many adore.

And Michael Jackson was the same, feeble

       Heroes, that played the game—and

Everyone thinks their in Heaven, are we insane?

Mary Renault, Oscar Wilde, Gertrude Stein,

Elton John—to mention a few, along with a dozen

       movies stars, I’ve got no room to mention

       in this poem,

Are all Homosexual heroes, and a few priests

       I know…good writers, singers, and clergy;

All the same, I’d not wish to be near them,

       in any john or café!

Saddam Hussein and bin Laden, were both

       cowards, couldn’t load a gun, and

Perhaps never shot one, but had everyone

Else fight their battles for them…son of a gun.

President Obama—head of the USA, never

A soldier, sailor nor airman, but runs the scene;

       a devil in disguise, always

Wants to wins first prize, doesn’t do a thing, but got

The Nobel Prize for war, and a PH.D., for the love

Of Homosexuals, gay marriages, abortion, at

The Catholic University, called Notre Dame,

He knows how to play the game. And he’s no

Different than the rest, he’s made America

Fight wars with no American crisis: for exercise

I’d guess; all under the disguise of National Security…!

More and more and more lies, more sick soldiers

Coming home with broken bones and broken minds!

More movie stars—singers too, athletes, with big

Mouths, voicing their opinions at the UN, like

       little poodles trying to befriend whoever will

Praise them…

Philosophers everywhere, who are really, newscasters,

       or comedians!...

Everyone wants to get a shot at being a hero,

       for the day, but nobody wants to go to ground zero

And fight for what is right, in God’s name.

What’s wrong with this picture my friends?

There are too many roosting roosters, which look like

        hens; and too many hens trying to be roosters

And all the people in between, are watching football

And drinking beer, by some T.V!  Waving the American

       flag, as if they had something to say.

By gosh what’s next? Only feeble heroes to pick from,

Where are the SEALs…! They’re all hidden.

#3438 (10-4-2012)