(with apologies to petrarch & snoop doggy dog)
I’m lyrical empirical
nearer to a criminal
than poet in a hymnal
or Norton Anthology
Fear my psychology
my guerilla ontology
offers no apology
when your cerebrum gets frantic
from how I drop my iambic
a verbal alembic
distilling thoughts leaden to auric
ideas so phat they’re caloric
ignore it
if your mind can’t do meteoric
