Easy Ryders (w.Zazzles)

  
 
too long, too long have I labored  
under the yoke of conformity  
tryin to make a poem pretty  
if it’s laid out with a heavy heart  
it won’t be pretty  
 
the muse is a strange, impulsive creature  
she’s wild, she’s unchained  
she’ll take you on an incredible journey  
strip yourself naked, & run with her!  
 
you’ve got a story to tell, so tell it  
if you write it, stand by it  
if you feel it, reveal it  
put your rage on the page!  
 
& if we can’t reach inside & pull out our guts  
lay it out there for the whole crazy world  
if we can’t do that  
 
then hang your head, cause poetry is dead!  
so beat the drum long into the night  
gather, you poets, for Last Rytes  
beat the drum – beat the terrible drum!  
 
 
 
And so it goes  
A nasty slut like me  
meets up with John a fellow  
freak on DUP  
 
Johnson, pole, slver surfer  
the almighty Dong  
he's packing a pistol  
I'm not wrong!  
 
Swallowing it whole  
choking on every inch  
it shows in my face  
4 in the dungeon  
& one in the cave  
 
he can serve like no other  
on a half shell  
with lots of butter!  
 
roll u over  
& fuck your brains out with his words  
his catch phrases will unearth you  
bring you home in a hearse
 
 
(strictly for fun)