Oh how I’d love to be the head penis
How I’d love to be the stately asshole
I’d take the shit of the churning masses
Turn it into multicultural cum

Oh how I’d love to play the golden eagle
My wings outstretched like a flying cat
I’d coo and I’d caw like a sneaky little crow
But I’m only a staggering walrus

So Goo Goo Goo Joob I say to you
Hoo Rah Hee Rah Hah
As I zig and I zag myself across the countryside
Looking for a place to grow

John Lennon was my father
Maggie Atwood is my mother
So you see I’ve been a little dearranged
But please don’t worry
As I have adopted them
Though I’m not so sure they’d adopt me

No offence Brian Mulroney
I’m just doing my job
As I see you going gray in yours
As I make no effort to hide my intestines
We’ll see which of us is the first to go

© 1985

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02/02/2019

Author's Note: More experimentation. What I like to call a Train of Thought poem, in that without too much concentration, I allow my mind to wander from image to image, using what precedes it to both propel the poem forward and stay connected. The term head penis comes from an 80ish James Garner comedy (the name escapes me), in which as President of the United States, while standing at a urinal with another ex-President, he describes himself and Presidents in general this way.

Posted on 02/02/2019
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