Stanley Cooper Poems

Punctuation, stepchild tool of writing
Does not get it’s write-ful due
If we stopped this literate slighting
It would be a literal coup
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Is it really so depraving
I like to eat a lot?
The thought of food I’m craving
Just ties me in a knot
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To artistic integrity
I make no claim
Rhyming eccentricity
Is more my game
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“The war to end all wars” they said
And were naively believed
By those who now are honorably dead
Never knowing they were deceived
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When I was youthful
I was thoughtfully agile
To be perfectly truthful
I'm now thoughtfully fragile
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He never asked to be a hero
For him, playing ball would be just fine
Potentially his chance was less than zero
To overcome that black-white racist line
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To awaken from our life-long dream
And discover the world as it is
We would receive a reality gleam
That reality is well worth the miss
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They keep it so well hidden
This trait they won’t admit
In this family it’s forbidden
To ever mention it
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The plays of Shakespeare are thrilling
Including Macbeth and King Lear
I will never be ready or willing
To trash the great Bard’s career
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Chips are found on a hostile one’s shoulder
When very irate, they’re large as a boulder
Also spotted in a golfer’s short swing
We see they’re around most any old thing
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