Thursday, May 4, 2017

POEM 78: DES SAUTS DE CABRI

IT WAS A SLUGFEST
A NOHOLDSBARDE
FRENCH EXCHANGE
OF BITCHSLAPS VERBALE
EVERYONE GOT THEIR HANDS DIRTY
SUCH A PASSE D'ARMES
IT WAS A SPARGO OF
BODYPARTS POLITICAL

I SPEWED MY COFFEE WHEN I HEARD IT WAS
A GODDAMN
POUDRE DE PERLIMPINPIN!
I KNOW I CAN RELATE

BUT WITH SUCH GALIMATIAS
Monsieur le Président
SUCH FRENCH AS YOU COMMAND WILL LET YOU
EASILY CONSTRUE
N'EST CE PAS
A TIRER VERS LA BAS
BUT OF COURSE YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS
YOU ALSO HAVE FELT THAT  PULL TOWARDS THE BOTTOM
EVERYBODY
Monsieur le Président GETS THEIR HANDS
DIRTY N'EST CE PAS

YOU ALSO IN TOTAL DARKNESS
 HAVE MADE  YOUR GOAT-LEAPS
THROUGH BRUTAL HOLES


TOUT EST

BITCHSMOKE

BÊTISE

INTOX











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