(~) here's the scrubbed and disinfected version of the poem down below. i think this one is much better. i thought the other one was really good too when i first posted it, but then i came back to it a day after i wrote the thing and realized where i went wrong, which was pretty much everywhere... what a turkey (vulture). i don't know what i was thinking.
"i was probably drunk" ~ don imus
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pre-socratic
how you tame a lion is with a chair
and whip, but with a man it's best to grab
a bible and beat him over the head
with it singing god and country
and man oh my... praise be to america's wet-nurses
vibratingbedsalesmen mudbug-
harvesters undertakers failed honkytonk
coverbands anyone who's anyone
whose half-a-mind believes
in the voice of a mob
and the pursuit of life liberty and
that which is wholly
purchasable with a preferred line of credit
at jose's flower boutique & whackshack
back behind that truckstop
off yeehaw junction where the nuns all disguise
themselves as french-
tickler dispensers
and the feeling one gets
having been raised irish-catholic
when your final thought
always involves a line of priests
jockeying for hand-me-downs
outside the xxx goat-foot-emporium and how
did you say
philosophy was
born?
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