Wednesday, October 10, 2012

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 cafĂ©!
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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