Head Master
When you think you have
Had enough give out
Give out, give out
Give up
Open your book and look
At that cringeful
Self- indulgent
Crap!
Yes that is the truth
Your poetry
Commemorates
Tat
When you think you have
Had enough give out
Give out, give out
Give up
Open your book and look
At that cringeful
Self- indulgent
Crap!
Yes that is the truth
Your poetry
Commemorates
Tat
Up at the crack of doom and so it pours,
acrid quicklime, gregarious sash window,
drone buzz, sable confetti, nasal toot,
sootfall, gasp, volume, mass. What folly, what
pulchritude, what bafflement. Life was a
giant veiny nose, a red herring, a
wanton flop. So be it. Que Sera, Sera.
Horace Day, Matt Busby, James `The Fact` Durante…
pock dugout, dabbed down and dusted copious
cloud of potassium permanganate,
spotlighted by Lazarus, light reveals
white head and lost tribe of Erin: Quilty’s Pals.