Lenny Bruce Poem by DM W
Lenny Bruce
He was the king of comedy,
With eccentric tastes to subtle,
For their dull minds and prying eyes.
He was a free wheeling satirist;
An iconoclast; a verbal gymnast;
Who soared like a comet amidst the stars;
Who was like a bomb in a museum
Who would have preferred to keep on gliding;
Rather than beat his broken wings,
Rather than die naked; overdosing on smack.
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5/5/2024 4:04:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
It is too much in present time not knowing whether to accept or not. Nice one