this might come as a shock but I can speak
for myself if I must expend mind
muscles in search of words that in a crunch
come closest to the feeling that is
simply the truest. But I can say
this for certain: neither Madonna
nor Lee Greenwood have ever received
a single solitary copper crumb from
this poor poet’s threadbare piggybank.
Hey but why worry when capital C
Creatives have come to write for our
salvation – note the proper noun miter
accessory – and slime from sunshine
namesake assignments offer counsel.
Can’t believe it has come to this wee urge
to scrawl and shout Hail Satan, Hail Satan.