How could they? I’ll tell you how they could.
For a fleeting second you and I did.
Remember at that ball game when you shouted
kill the ump and threw your hot dog in the air?
On a balmy day it could have been a bomb!
How about that peace march when you exposed yourself
shouting, “Make love not war!”
and flattened the nearest object going at it?
You started a love-in in the middle of Times Square!
And then to make a point you recited poetry.
About what? God only grows.
Or is it the Devil? That donkey you mounted
and rode off into the dessert and even there
you were tempted by a voluptuous flagpole sitter!
Is your day so boring you flatulate through the night?
“You will not rest until you wrestle with me.”
The simple fact. Watch out for the mix-master.
Your taste may end like Suede on a cracker.
No, love your enemy as your selfie.
The Marquis day is over. Try not to be Sade.
And if that isn’t sound traipse along.