#yachts
The bourgeoisie?
I loath them,
and I hope they buy my poems!
The critics?
They know nothing,
and I hope they hail my poems!
The intellectuals?
Dumber than pigeons,
and I hope they canonize my poems!
Unabashedly,
I'm not afraid to admit it:
I write for fame and riches,
and nothing really more.
Yes, yes, make no secret of it,
I wish only to shock you,
arouse and repulse you,
****** you,
with mindless,
gore-splattering violence,
and heart-throbbing ***
along on every page.
****** and ***** gore, and blood,
how else are my sales to flood?
It's art for arts' sake,
or something to the effect of that,
whatever makes me edgy,
socially relevant,
to scholars postmodern,
housewives bored,
and teenagers yearning,
to read ***** words.
So keep it then in mind,
my lovely readers you,
I very much like infamy,
and piles of money too;
be sure to buy my books,
praise me,
“Fresh and new!”
So that I may hire cooks,
to save time writing verse,
the very verses you adore,
lambasting the very rich and poor.
Rampant materialism,
spiritual decay,
what else do you
*******
want me to say?
A saint of the lowly,
the offbeat too,
voicing the obscure,
and the unheard and the
blah, blah, blah,
whatever it is,
I really don't care
quite honestly,
bluntly,
I'm being true,
I write for the fame
and the riches,
not you!
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
A cackle of hens
A parliament of baboons
They giggle and guffaw
Ladylike buffoons
The alcohol flows
The snow falls deep
The dads watch through squinted eye
The Bahamas vibe, new age sheep
They waltz to their yachts
New dresses flowing
Their saunter falters
Their confidence still growing
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
Russian oligarchs
are the mark
targeted to defend Ukraine
through economic pain.
We seize their yachts
that are ill got
a capitalist plot
to lower the tides of war
through boats on the shore.
Mar 9, 2022
Mar 9, 2022 at 6:13 AM UTC