They All Claim To Love Poetry Poem by Ted Sheridan

blessed be the pure of mind
who will turn a blind eye
to the poetic forms of porn
written by
pigs that can’t fly
yet believing they can
they write
extremely bad poetry
about swine
who hate women,
or men
who like little children
a little too much;
suidae who dress up in heels
like drag queens with even toes
and slop around the house
exposing themselves
to the neighbors
in bay windows
claiming perversion
to be an art form
they express
with lipstick smears
and bloody napkins
of sperm and DNA
we collect it as evidence
on glass slides
crimes committed
put never prosecuted
expunged from the record
to protect the innocent
and the guilty
we take their picture
and post it on black velvet
to be sold in the market
along with the spoiled fish
with smelly flesh and clouded eyes….

2008 © TS