Now that tobacco smoking
is illegal in most places
(soon even in cars)
I have taken up cigars.
Now that homosexuality
is legal, it has lost its attraction.
Now that sexual abstinence
is considered freakish
I am enjoying it greatly.
Suicide is the last taboo:
I shall enjoy it, too.
Once is enough for anything.
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Poem In Memorium to Philip Larkin
They would fuck you if they could
But – in the end – you were too good ,
Your faults were all your own, no doubt –
The only way to keep you out.
Now you’re off to Poet’s corner
To join with Chaucer in a sauna
Then there’s Tennyson & all of those
Plucking harps while still wearing clothes
But you were always impolite
(which is why your poems really bite)
So give them hell if you get there
Because, ultimately, its all hot air
But I don’t think you’ll be alone –
Poetry is a sane man’s no-go zone.
Rae Desmond Jones
Poem In Memorium to Philip Larkin
They would fuck you if they could
But – in the end – you were too good ,
Your faults were all your own, no doubt –
The only way to keep you out.
Now you’re off to Poet’s corner
To join with Chaucer in a sauna
Then there’s Tennyson & all of those
Plucking harps while still wearing clothes
But you were always impolite
(which is why your poems really bite)
So give them hell if you get there
Because, ultimately, its all hot air
But I don’t think you’ll be alone –
Poetry is a sane man’s no-go zone.
Rae Desmond Jones
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