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matthew scott harris
Poems
Nov 2018
Auld Lang Syne Most Pronounced Time...
At New Years Eve
This arbitrary conception,
where mechanisms measure
elapsing time assume
inordinately significant true value
come the last day/night
of December with a boom
punctuated by exotic
pyrotechnics, despite
truth that ill of webbed,
wide world spell doom
and fate of life (on
planet unfitness Earth) going
to hell in a handbasket
(particularly for
those deplorables)
headed toward a
merciless fate bobbing
along an invisible flume
analogous to ill
fate awaiting recently
wedded bride and groom
pregnant ominous nameless
lawless lex lucifer
malevolent kindled
forebodings loom
written within sacred
ancient tracts, where room
men hating prognosticators inform
believers that **** sapiens
end will quickly zoom,
yet people party
on as if humanity
will continue
without a hitch
for at least another millennium
despite teetering, lumbering,
and dragging
Gumby Pokey
forward ready to pitch
NO, not off to attend
championship Quidditch
match, most likely
rigged so that the rich
make out like Smokey
and the Bandits, which
gamblers who bet
on loosing team
forced to sell services for cheap
milking, their very
gaunt looking cash cow
faintly resembling, and for
no rhyme nor reason
summoning Uriah Heap
and thus ready and
willing (desperately)
to parlay services and keep
on truck'n to accrue
a little stash to purchase
favorite liquor or *****
before the countdown to
"HAPPY NEW YEAR"
finds motley crue
dog tired and ready
for twelve month long sleep.
Written by
matthew scott harris
64/M/schwenksville, penna
(64/M/schwenksville, penna)
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