I’M NOT TELLING
I’m not telling,
you’ll have to forgo,
answers for those things,
you both want to know.
Do I know?
Ho-Ho-Ho!
I’m not telling!
You’ll never know!
I’m not telling!
I’m not telling!
Ho! Ho! Ho!
I’m not telling!
You’ll never know!
NEVER-NEVER LAND
Doctor Mickey
and
Nurse Minnie
will treat you;
Donald
and
his nephews
will take care of you;
Pluto
will entertain you,
and
when you look in the mirror
you’ll probably see-
Goofy;
or,
maybe you’ll see
Dopey,
but,
you definitely won’t see,
Happy;
so,
everyone’s there,
waiting for you
at the
Never-Never Land Hospital…
PILGRIMS, PILGRIMS
Pilgrims,
Pilgrims,
from whence dost thou come?
“From Brooklyn,
from Queens-
we’ve come to become;”
Pilgrims,
Pilgrims,
what gifts do ye bring forth?
“I bringest smoke,” said one,
and
“I bringest mirrors,” the other did retort.
Pilgrims,
Pilgrims
what claims do ye make?
“I am alone- they want me,”
and
“…my birthright I will forsake!”
Pilgrims,
Pilgrims,
what hopes might you desire?
[Well,
this set the Pilgrims
to thinking- then, finally,
they said-]
“…to aspire to be a better liar,” saith one,
and
“..blue blood to acquire!” saith the other.
THE PLYMOUTH DREAM-LIKE FAÇADE
Secluded-
but not private-
pricey,
but not gated,
the Plymouth Dream-Like Façade;
neat,
clean
and
well-kept
for the near-dead
and
the brain-dead;
everyone
on the same continuum,
everyone
waiting to die;
the young,
the old,
the active,
the sedentary;
just waiting
in a place
that has everything
except
a mortuary
and a
crematorium-
the Plymouth Dream-Like Façade…
THE RACE TO INCAPACITY
You know,
you know,
it’s going to be
one or the other-
if not both;
stunts;
fuck-ups;
stupidity;
impatience;
impropriety;
lack of forethought;
indulgence;
self-pity;
anger;
resentment-
any or all
of the above-
they’re in a race
to incapacity,
to freeing themselves
from each other…
MISTER CLEAN
All right,
all right-
I’ll admit it,
That as a little kid,
he made me feel
uncomfortable.
I’m trying
to put my finger
on one particular thing,
but, maybe,
it was everything!
I mean,
I know that he smiles a lot,
but is that a bit of contempt
behind that smile?
His eyes are really big-
maybe too big-
freaky big-
watching me all the time.
So, where did he get those eyebrows
and how come they’re so white-
is he really that old?
How about the earring?
How long has he been wearing it?
Since 1958?
He wears a white T-shirt
over a body that looks like
he’s on steroids or HGH!
So,
for me,
he was never Mister Clean-
he was Mister Scary!
