Treasure Island

Dave SmithWhite

(270552 / Sydney)

Song: The Professor's Lament


To my friends, I'm Murray Arte,
A fellow hale and hearty,
A scholar who'll unlock the Great Unknown.
To this end they say a smarty,
Who well knows how to party,
Despite the nasty rumors told by Jones.

Shylock Jones, is spreading lies, again.
Shylock Jones, all spite and hiss.
Shylock Jones, is shredding lives, again,
Shylock Jones. My nemesis.

Shylock Jones, is sending spies, again.
Shylock Jones, all wind and piss.
Shylock Jones, in grim disguise, again.
Shylock Jones. My nemesis.

As a vagabond professor,
Of numbers, large and lesser,
I seek the golden treasures in the sun.
I came here to Australia,
To dismiss my fear of failure,
And elude the monomania of one;

Shylock Jones, is throwing stones, again.
Shylock Jones, is known for this.
Shylock Jones, is pointing bones, again.
Shylock Jones. My nemesis.

My theorem's proof theoretical,
That goodness is unethical;
Self-interest must inform the social code.
For the random truth's poetical,
That crime is mathematical;
Human nature but a logjam to explode.

Shylock Jones, is playing games, again.
Shylock Jones, will not desist.
Shylock Jones, is laying blame, again.
Shylock Jones. My nemesis.

Shylock Jones, opens wounds, again.
Shylock Jones, a weeping cyst.
Shylock Jones, is out of bounds, again.
Shylock Jones. My nemesis.

From a humble Don's apartment,
To the Wolfenbach escarpment,
I've been harassed, threatened and pursued.
No charge will be admitted,
For no crime have I committed,
Yet in exile, without trial, I've been screwed!

Shylock Jones, disowns his mind, again.
Shylock Jones, a fantasist.
Shylock Jones, is shown as blind, again.
Shylock Jones. My nemesis.

Shylock Jones, is telling tales, again.
Shylock Jones, is hit and miss.
Shylock Jones, spits and rails, again.
Shylock Jones. My nemesis!

Submitted: Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Song: The Professor's Lament by Dave SmithWhite )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Lovers, Tex T Sarnie
  2. The Big Picture, Tex T Sarnie
  3. You fill me, hasmukh amathalal
  4. I stashed my life, Aftab Alam
  5. the right self, RIC S. BASTASA
  6. Am I different?, gajanan mishra
  7. Drops on Earth, binod bastola
  8. On Her Bed She Lay, White Lily
  9. Agree for help, hasmukh amathalal
  10. Scriptures, gajanan mishra

Poem of the Day

poet Rupert Brooke

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
...... Read complete »

   

Trending Poems

  1. 04 Tongues Made Of Glass, Shaun Shane
  2. Alone, Maya Angelou
  3. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  4. If, Rudyard Kipling
  5. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  6. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  7. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  8. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, Robert Frost
  10. Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, Dylan Thomas

Trending Poets

[Hata Bildir]