The Fury of the Meek

Misha don't hunt octopus
you couldn't bear the fuss and muss
when you get mixed up in the water
you got to be the better otter
polar paws are webby too
so perhaps call on your cousin, boo
you're gonna need his help the most
when you're drowning off Odessa's coast



mammogram reptilian
squish between two plates
don't put too much pressure though
or chuckwalla gets irate
wriggles round and puffs on up
settles securely into place
if they're trapped between two options
they'll never show their face



six times six is thirty six
study math and learn some tricks
like street fighting or how to lay bricks
build walls round hearts three feet thick
splatter the mortar real quick
hide your feelings in the cement mix



The wheels on the cranks go round and round
in this merry-go-round of stupid clowns
wasting diesel and clogging town
may they throw a rod and shut on down
or drive off a nearby pier and drown
these bigot kings and their hooded crowns



troubadour and bard sing songs
fools find a king to hang upon
our task is to fix some weighty wrongs
and find a place where wild words belong
to ruin wreck and render down
to strip the wicked of their crowns
a skald is a fool as any other
we are a child, a Muse our mother
wild words are the words of joy
meadows fields and valleys coy
songs of myths and natural things
the beasts and fish and birds on wing
every rock, plant and animal
deserves a poem just for them special