TEN ON THE SPHINCTER SCALE
I shall write crap
about tickle and slap,
no detail spared
anatomically shared.
Bad taste no longer embarrassing
a close second to online harassing
the obvious answer
to pull the punters.
That's the way to go
to stimulate the poetry flow
and fuck inspiration up the arse
using the simple device of a cock
such endless pleasure to unlock.
It's no use bucking the trend
world without class or style
will win in the end,
and in the meantime the sensitive souls
can leave the arena
for somewhere cleaner
their corners to defend.
raypool
Fri 21st Jun 2019 21:52
Hi David. I suppose you could summarize this "piece" by letting it speak out and just take its course. I'm pleased it's got some response. There is much angst in it and it was written as a protest, but of course not all will see it that way. Populism is as you say everywhere , but sometimes the floating algae has to be cleared and the mirrors polished. I feel poetry should either entertain or offer some way out of the mundane. Of all the activities within the artistic spectrum I think it is the most sullied and pretentious. Still, Spike may not have been a master poet but his ideas were genuine and had the original wit he lovingly passed on.
Hi Rachel. No one can guarantee not to offend, but often that seems to be uppermost. Thanks.
Martin, I would never take myself seriously enough to take what I write for granted. Thanks for the kind words.
You have a point, Mark!
Yes Jennifer, eroticism is to be applauded in my view, the word crap after Thomas Crapper has of course been perverted to serve other purposes.
Thanks Brian, glad it worked for you.
Thanks all for your time and considerations, also Des, Jon and Jason for liking.
Ray