Joseph Charles Kennedy
Ode - Poem by Joseph Charles Kennedy
Old tumbril rolling with me till I die,
Divided face I'm hung with, hindside-to,
How can a peace be drawn between us, who
Never see eye to eye?
Why, when it seems I speak straight from the heart
Most solemn thought, do you too have to speak,
Let out a horselaugh, whistle as I break
The news to Mother that I must depart?
Moon always waxing full, barrage balloon,
Vesuvius upside down, dual rump roast,
Cave of the Winds, my Mississippi coast,
Cyclops forever picking up and chucking stone,
Caboose, poor ass I'm saddled with from birth,
Without your act, the dirty deed I share,
How can the stuck-up spirit in me bear
Coming back down to earth?
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