My Son Questioned
Why I Post Poems For Free
He Said I’d Found My Voice
And Might Have Another Choice

I Swilled On My Whiskey
And Choked On Its Strength
‘You Be My Agent, And
Get Me Into Publication! ‘

Naturalism And Diversity, Am I Correct? ‘
Pantomime Flea Stick Tick Dip?
The Old Cash Register Now Empty
Nothing That Some Money Couldn’t Fix
I’ve A Four Wheel Chair On A Five Wheel Ramp
‘Want Some Smiley, Some Cerviche? ‘
I Head Shake, Pensive With Noodle Soup
Can I Get Some Kind Of Bread
Just Some Kind Of Bread With This
That’s No Kid, That’s A Midget In Spywear

I Have Never Seen A Cat
That Acts Exactly Like That
He Strays Away Like Crazy
And Will Be Gone For Days
Then He Comes Home And Licks Me

He’s Horsing With The Dog
And Nipping At The Gray
Chasing Both Their Tails
The Prodigal Son Returns Home
And Fails
On This Happy Father’s Day

After Being Well-Regaled
Pretty Much All Day
I Called My Dad For Just Five Minutes
And He Impressed Me With The Significance
Of The Things He Had To Say

He Likes My Poems Well Enough
But He Says I Cuss Too Much
Blame That On The Little Pencil
That Got A Bit Too Much Attention