NaPM April 25, 2017

[ellajam]

Rivals (a pick up poem for hot chicks)


Becker and Edberg, Senna and Prost,
and others that through the ages have been lost -
Igbo wrestlers, Aztec swordsmen,
Papal courtesans fighting for the Lord's men,
JT Edson, Louis l'Amour
tiger from Bengal and tiger from Amur....
the list goes on, but this poem's about
Jk Jdsn and Jd Jdsn
brother poets when the tea is laid out,
adversaries when they're swimming in stout.
For then they hurl abuse in rhyme
at each other
about their mother -
how fat she is.
"Yo mama" then says Jdsn, "is so impossibly fat
when she moves the earth slows down
because angular momentum must be conserved"
"You're a cock who can't even rhyme" replies Jdsn
"you were born after your time, in the Hudson
swimming with the trilobytes,
we shall leave it at that".
And so they go, brother poets of the resistance,
There's more to tell, but you must look my book up
(I'm gunning for the Nobel, need purchase assistance),
drop me a note and if you're a hot chick (wink wink)
a pot chick
a cot chick (think think)
we can exchange details and subsequently hook up.