January 2020 Collage Poem: Famous People I've Never Met
In the new dawn of dreams
Adolf sits on his final throne of dirt dug deep,
Wondering if the English Bard would have loved him so,
Don’t go down that street!
We are wild-walking beings with a side of dark heart.
Sheep have beautiful contours and very furry
Hurry up Steinbeck, you’re rambling
Sitting on tailored lawns through polished glass
Not as cool in old black leather
Lost lies in the bright blue skies
Please don’t eat my banana
The Velvet Underground are deep.