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Poetry is Gay
Certain men
Despise poetry
Too many losers
No trophies
Nobody buys you a beer
When you nail it
Better than Christ
Nobody wants to hear
Some twice baked potato
Bitch about the weather
"Poetry is gay"
He said,
"I don't fuck around with that fag shit"
He continued,
"I collect discarded batteries"
Together we sang
"Sometimes I get lucky
And when they work
It's like I got paid
For doing nothing"
But couldn't bring
Ourselves to smile
David Burdett
2/21/2023
Might Makes Right
I’d love to seat you
Under the judgment
Of a 40-watt lightbulb
And sing to you
Of ruptured kneecaps
And the strength
Of ants and dandelions
I've dreamt more than once
Of what it would be like
To familiarize you
With the sounds of flesh
Meeting the pavement
And find you
Again someday
In the calm
Of a dark alley
Trade you
My soapbox
For your pedestal
Then mercilessly
Beat you over
The head with it
As I sing
To you
One last song
David Burdett
1/6/2022