Sunday, September 30, 2018

11,201. HERE'S THE TROUBLE WITH PRETTY VOICES

HERE'S THE TROUBLE 
WITH PRETTY VOICES
I'd not see you had you not
showed up. First things first
when you get to the moon?
Here's some cartilage to eat;
see if you like it, it's all I have
to offer you. What? You'd rather
chew on my heart, in pieces?
I don't think that's very nice
of you to say. You'd better go.
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Your mammie's pickaninny
was some wastrel I bought at
the arsenal. Funny, but it really
was the Picatinny Arsenal. It's
in New Jersey, along 287, up
north. Pretty funny, I thought.
I know, I know  -  you're going
to ask if we'd listened to Paganini.

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