MISPLACED NAME

have misplaced my name,

my train, my brain.

have found my name and

train, but not my brain.

which goes to prove;

brains are not all that

important in the greater

scheme of things.

plus the fact: I'll never

again have headaches.

toot, toot!

under suspicion of writing

poetry without good sense

needed for such a fine task.

suck it up, you wannabe poet.

find some honest work

requiring brawn and not pen.

muscle and not brain.

tout the bale, swing that hammer.

no freeloading here, wannabee.

bite me, she said. he did. she liked it. 
so he bit her, again and again, and again,
producing such an outlandish grin.

raging hormones, responsible
for a bear raping a tree stump.
now we have little tree stumps
growing up with teeth and claws.

nasty little critters.
would have written: nasty little bastards,
but never know who or what
stops by here for a peek see.