I'm not a foreign kind of swine,
and you can stick your terza rima
where Italian sun don't shine.
I always get fat edema
when i hear Wop poems read.
they're all pimp, not really prima
I'm just glad Petrach is dead.
If they stuck by their omertà ,
then in English we could tread.
While some dago called roberta,
had big tits and liked to rhyme,
it would be for fucking certa
banging her would be a crime.
Cosa Nostra, ten-a-penny
pasta poets out of time.
Quasimodo peeling many
with poetics of the word.
Tell me who the fuck's read any?
All his fans have ever heard
is just another eyetie turd.