Poets are liars not because, as Socrates said, they can fool us with the power of their imitations, but because identifying yourself as a poet implies you might overcome the bitter logic of the poetic principle, and you can’t. You can only compose poems that, when read with perfect contempt, clear a place for the genuine Poem that never appears…
Donald Trump has made many quite fussy;
as he did for one actor, named Jussie.
In the end, the abuse
was revealed as fake noose,
two Nigerians, red hats, and one hussy.
It’s so rotten, one almost can smell it
and it’s painfully shameful to tell it;
but this fellow named Smollett
reached deep in his wallet.
Some bought it, when he tried to sell it.
Everyone is going through changes
No one knows what’s going on.
And everybody changes places-
But the world still carries on.
Love must always change to sorrow
And everyone must play the game,
Here today and gone tomorrow-
But the world goes on the same.
Everyone is going through changes…
Now love must always change to sorrow…
Everyone is going through changes…
Now love must always change to sorrow…
Everyone is going through changes
But the world still carries on.
Down on the corner of the street
Where I was born we used to meet
And sing the old songs
We called them dole songs
And we’d harmonize so clear
Even though it was the beer
That made the tears run
About the years gone by
And we’d go home and kiss the wife
Hoping a kiss could change your life
That’s how romance is
No second chances
Back in my home town
Things aren’t so very different now
Poor folk must get along somehow
You live forever
On the never never
Back in my home town
