Socrates my barber once jumped ship,
Spent an eye-opening week in the States,
Now knows all about the New World
And how things work in it,
Tells me Taxes was great.
After lopping off
A limping male poetic
Limb or two, the liberated
Muse’s shark-like mouth
Cannot be said to be
Sardonic, nor her smile ironic,
Sow
Plenty of progeny,
My son—
Weed the pigweed
From the garden
When they’re young.
Hurry, hurry, hurry,
Ladies and gentlemen,
Boys and girls,
See how he twists and turns
Before your very eyes,