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Rock Boys v The World 

I don’t like precious put upon Bruce

or

bloated blubbering Billy.

I don’t like dim bulb, baby face Beiber 

or

derelict desicatated Dylan.

I don’t like silly Mama’s boys

made up like circus clowns

or

whiny deficient grown-up guys

with arrested teenage angst.

I don’t like pouty mincing dry humpers

in leather pants

or

over amped, spittle spraying, sloppy

bearded louts.

I don’t like coy concave hipsters

wearing little retro hats

or

stylin’ swagger monkeys

with droopy drawers and bogus bling.

I don’t like kick-me crooners

hold up in Heartbreak Hotel

or

boozy country boys begging

for hook-ups like big eyed dogs.

I don’t like classical dropouts

with busty Black back-up singers

or

grateful grinning graybeards

reshuffling oldie shtik.

I don’t like manufactured Mickey Mouse idols

in bubble gum bands

or

soft, pasty dude fans.

When

I am particularly annoyed

I remind

myself

There is so much

to love

in this beautiful world.

Palm trees

Pinata parties

Bruce Lee

Barbecue

Letters my Mother wrote me

Late in the day low angle light

The Grand Canyon 

Garcia Lorca’s, “Gypsy Ballads”

Triple Crown winners

Total eclipses

Christopher Walken

M. Carolyn Lambert.