04-29-2016, 11:12 PM
Nice poem, Keith! "I can see clearly now, Lorraine is gone."
Bite Me, Neighbor
Screw my neighbor
and flaunting two foot green beans,
the four pound potatoes he grows
just to spite me - the bastard.
Well bite me!
No more - not this spring.
Its May and my asparagus has already surged
to century cottonwood-like status, challenging the town’s water tower
for aerial supremacy.
Robins and squirrels chatter delight from on high - room for everyone.
My chest swells. Spendy as hell, but incredible for certain
the effects
of my mail order black market water purchases
from Chernobyl.
My grin becomes fixed as I fly on my new tree swing
over and back and over
the fence bordering my bastard neighbor
up and back and up
to the sounds of my new anthem’s lyrics
blared from JBL concert speakers freshly mounted on my roof -
This is the dawning of the age of Asparagus
Age of Asparagus
Asparagus
Asparagus
- - - - - - - -
I really did try to come up with something serious, to no avail.
Bite Me, Neighbor
Screw my neighbor
and flaunting two foot green beans,
the four pound potatoes he grows
just to spite me - the bastard.
Well bite me!
No more - not this spring.
Its May and my asparagus has already surged
to century cottonwood-like status, challenging the town’s water tower
for aerial supremacy.
Robins and squirrels chatter delight from on high - room for everyone.
My chest swells. Spendy as hell, but incredible for certain
the effects
of my mail order black market water purchases
from Chernobyl.
My grin becomes fixed as I fly on my new tree swing
over and back and over
the fence bordering my bastard neighbor
up and back and up
to the sounds of my new anthem’s lyrics
blared from JBL concert speakers freshly mounted on my roof -
This is the dawning of the age of Asparagus
Age of Asparagus
Asparagus
Asparagus
- - - - - - - -
I really did try to come up with something serious, to no avail.