Poetry for Presidents

A few years old, but still worth watching.

Demented Dahl

Tourette's

I was the kid they didn't give the chocolate factory to
matter of fact was so bad and oppositional and had
such an attitude didn't get the walk through and as
always got kicked off the tour and put on lock down
with the loompas who like every c.o. i've ever known
were sadistic and tried to put a scare in you and licking
their chops saying they were gonna eat me up for supper
i laughed hysterical and said "o yeah! you and what army!"
and stared through the bars brooding and full of melancholy
watching the other spoiled brats being sacrificed and going
through their trials and think probably deep down inside
from experience and knowing what it was like to suffer
deliberately set myself up so i don't know guess perhaps in
the future won't compare wonka to the wizard but who knows?

Joseph Reich

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Nothing much today

Just a few fond memories of foods that didn't make the cut. Good fodder to feed the mind of a parodist!

From our pages

Keeping Score

Sex is like tennis. When you play an inferior opponent, your game suffers.
- Edie, Desperate Housewives

I didn't know she was
keeping score but when

she told me the results —
six orgasms to none,

her favor — I knew I was
too far behind to make

any sort of comeback, so I
did what I usually do in those

precarious situations — I packed
my racket and looked for another

partner, who wouldn’t keep score,
who was more into volleying, who

would be delighted if I just got the ball over the net.

Hal Sirowitz

Digging through the public domain

Thank you, expired copyrights, for sharing your words.
Today we read the work from an artist arrested for treason, oh my!


Salutation

O generation of the thoroughly smug
   and thoroughly uncomfortable,
I have seen fishermen picnicking in the sun,
I have seen them with untidy families,
I have seen their smiles full of teeth
   and heard ungainly laughter.
And I am happier than you are,
And they were happier that I am;
And the fish swim in the lake
   and do not even own clothing.

- Ezra Pound