clad

Clad
7-4-13

Clad in my luck of the Irish Guinness t-shirt
Yet to apply feminine deodorant
As long as no one else gets hurt
Where no one is on my case but just me
In that I do it to myself
Requiring not a sign
I can hear, taste, touch or see
In all hedonic principles
Of values futile and vain
Clad in my green shirt
Staying home to watch the rain...




My Hedonism
7-4-13

Pristine porcine pleasure prevails
In times of such idleness and leisure
On another Sabbath broken by the pen
Where I am told to fast for a glucose blood test
Taken tomorrow morning of tales to tell of tribulations
To take of pristine porcine pleasures of palatable plunder
Sticking to the guns of my milestone
That I never got over
Of which I still savor like so....




Union
7-4-13

Prelates and dignitaries visit mosques
Galleries and libraries
Yet to frequent places deep within
Where we ought to stand up for love
In that we boldly sin
Along with turnkeys and jailors
That assume the mouth with filth and drunkenness
Of fishers and sailors where carpenters and masons join up
With painters and tailors of prelates and dignitaries
All on the same page
All of one mind and in agreement
In that we all read the same book...