a single copy run
unintentionally published
on a canvas of
fainting stars
and passed like
a note to god
saying, "please,
let the sun die,"
knowing good
and well that
faith is a flea
on your foreskin
Delilah said,
"This is the least
anything ever."
In the beginning
Samson gained weight,
And an ulcer that
chewed pits into
his guts.
Samson said,
"Let there be
strength to be
weak."
An lo, there
was strength to
be weak.
Samson saw that
it was good,
And sent it
to you on
facebook.
I saw him dining in a
McDonalds today—
a double McChicken,
which apparently doesn't
exist if you're
insignificant
to society.
I should know.
I tried to order one,
and when a single pimple
on Susie's face quivered,
the rest sang in chorus,
"Double McChickens for
the reincarnations of
celebrated figures that
transformed nations."
It wasn't exactly sing-song.
So, I ripped the daisy
from the unsuspecting girl's
hair, and had some Gandhi
on my high calorie salad.
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Robert Louis Henry lives, creates, and studies in Tennessee, USA. His first collection of poetry is titled God loves rich kids and we smoke off the same cigarette (Bygawd Books, 2010). You can find more information at Wesmokeoffthesamecigarette.info. Robert's also co-editor at Leaf Garden Press.
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scamson
2010-02-27 18:54:07
Very nice.