you have two choices...
   one... women, money and throngs...
  two?
              dogs, whiskey and admiring
your ****** hair...
             a neat standard,
  among the fishermen...
             never trust a poet glorifying
   war and warriors -
               me? i'm saddled with the idea
of being given a 5 a.m. wake-up call
   with a splash of a north sea's wave:
only dwarfs belong ******,
         as do Hawking's theories of the universe...
oh, you haven't heard? the pauper
         was bound to a strap-on
        while suggesting gravity made
currents in libidos -
      or as a thousand young men said:
well, i too wish i could have been involved,
alas...  not to be: happy journeys with a wife:
   i'm up the dodo stream laughing
and elbowing you on: intellectual with a stoppage
diagram, desperately seeking shore
                with lighthouse warnings to steer clear;
   another leprechaun bites the clover.