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This fellow came to me via the net.
"Dave Packet"
I’m the poet of the board, the prideful pride of earth
I’ve been
the proudest cock of peas, ever since my birth
I show and tell my
words and songs assuming you request them
I know my words and songs
are great and none of YOU can best them
Tell me who’s your favorite
band, I’m sure my favorite’s better
Any answer makes me red, but say
“The Dead”; I’m redder
I’m the poet of the board, my joy is to offend
The world may hate me, but who cares? I am my own best friend
I’ll
curse your taste, I’ll mock your name, I’ll chastise your religion
My
tongue so sharp, can cut your thoughts and keep mine in elision
They
call me vain because I hang 10 mirrors in my hallways
But vain would
suit me just as nice, I seem to stroke mine always
Yes I’m the poet of
the board, narcissus with a lute
Sing raunchy praises to myself … YOU
can praise my flute
The world’s my stage and worldly fame’s the least
that I deserve
But if I can’t get on the stage, I’ll just get on your
nerves
For I’m the poet of the board, you know my words by heart now
And since they’ve giv’n such indigestion … maybe you should fart now
© dave packet 2001
"Bone Chimes"
A clumsy marimba
coupled with the sound of two hands clasping
gathered firewood to a fire-needers chest
That is the sound of the
bone chimes
It takes a gust of wind to hear its melody
The resonnence of dense
bone density
"Sing Olivia"
to the tap of the tibia
Feel the fever of the femur
Laugh with
the humerus
Let your imagining tongue spin several rhymes
to the tap and the
tune of the bone chimes
© dave packet 2001
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