Alexander Shaumyan Poems

What is a poet but a drunken fool-
a pitiful being that staggers through
local taverns, pathetic and mad,
muttering gibberish to the masses,
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I love you more than all the bull
That you'd been telling me,
I love you more than all those guys
That you had shagged for free,
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Write what you will,
But your lines do not impress -
Your metaphors, hyperboles
And anaphoras do not contribute
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(for Bob Dylan)

Come gather 'round hippies
Wherever you roam
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Just when you think of writing
A halfway decent poem,
It hits you over the head
Like a ruthless giant hotdog
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Pretty girls don't take hallucinogenic substances, they are,
Pretty girls are like ether clouds inflating and deflating male egos,
Sometimes they give you a real cocaine high,
Making you feel like a millionaire executive of General Motors,
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Take this body, my love,
my body, my love,
feel my knees and my arms,
feel my fingers on your hair,
cold fingers, sad fingers,
kiss my mouth, my love,
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Feeling spiritually hungry,
I stopped by at an
Internet writers' joint,
Where I was served with
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Yes, you are, yes, you are, my love,
You're my lovely Kentucky girl.
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I love you-
Do you remember how it was
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