THE-TINY-BUG-
ON-THE-BIG-RUG
Like a character
out of a novel by Kafka
you metamorph into a bug.
Trophy heads on the wall
from down in the hall
up to the bearskin rug
there beneath your feet.
You don't kill to eat,
you kill for the fun.
The lion, boar and stag,
the beasts that you bag,
see the insect you've become.
BRENDA-THE-BOHEMIAN-YES
A boho
in Soho;
strip-artist she.
Wander,
I wonder,
her mind free
of eyes
like flies
stuck on her body?
TRACKING-DOWN-THE-
MUCKY-DEALER-YES
You shoulder a burden
as you pitch your tent,
for have you not purchased
a big white elephant?
You came by money easily
though you speak of working-hard.
I look to the past and see
dirty-dealings in your backyard.
Yes dirty-dealings in your yard out-back.
The debt-hunters are right on track.
THE OLD RHINO
There was an aged-rhinoceros
who was just pompous and preposterous.
Another, yet-unasked-for, horn
was thrust-up his ass by a fabulous unicorn.
THE-BOY-IN-BLUE
The cop took out his truncheon,
were it a sausage for their luncheon,
the crook caught with his trousers down
wouldn't have worn such a frown !
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