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)
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