PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

And the eagle was struck in the air

                                          by flying metaphors

Someone created a monster of indignity

and critics thought themselves important

All I could think of were phallic symbols

and rebus envy and weenie hacko

After years of disillusionment I left

                                                 for New York

and came crawling back under the tracks

                                                praying for mercy

and drinking Scotch on the rocks