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Song: The LoftThere is no NeboIn the Poet’s LoftIts owner got miffedGave Mo-Man the heave-hoAnd everyone sniffedIn an age of terrorWho could dismissThreats from a BloggerSelf-centered in errorWhose outrage might slog herWhat’s left of fine artIn the Poet’s LoftCops forced writers outBroke poetry’s heartAt this yuppie routCensorship’s wrongIn a Poet’s LoftIt’s quite a disgraceTo gag any song‘Cause she owns the placeWhere do poets belongIn a Hot Springs mallIf they cannot accuseIt’s quite a swan songTo think she’s the Muse[Disposable Poem November 12, 2009]Dr. Mike
Song: The Loft
ReplyDeleteThere is no Nebo
In the Poet’s Loft
Its owner got miffed
Gave Mo-Man the heave-ho
And everyone sniffed
In an age of terror
Who could dismiss
Threats from a Blogger
Self-centered in error
Whose outrage might slog her
What’s left of fine art
In the Poet’s Loft
Cops forced writers out
Broke poetry’s heart
At this yuppie rout
Censorship’s wrong
In a Poet’s Loft
It’s quite a disgrace
To gag any song
‘Cause she owns the place
Where do poets belong
In a Hot Springs mall
If they cannot accuse
It’s quite a swan song
To think she’s the Muse
[Disposable Poem November 12, 2009]
Dr. Mike