Take that Toke, See the Sinuous Smoke
by David Gottfried
Take that Toke, see the Sinuous Smoke
By
David Gottfried
Take that toke, see the sinuous smoke
The fumes that wiggle like a fairy in heat
The genie unleashed you won’t revoke
Breathe in deep, don’t be discreet
Get as high as Saint Peter’s Basilica
Strafe the scene with your gun’s eruptions
All the morals are mere ephemera
Laid to waste by your corruptions
Ride a bike in leather that gleams
In black so brilliant bold and free
Realize all the wettest dreams
Damn religion’s death decree
Speed your car on the boulevard
The machine as sleek as a leotard
The engine’s roar is like a bard
The manifesto I’ll regard
Copyright, David Gottfried 2008
WHEN THE MEMBER BECOMES A BROOM
By
David Gottfried
The eddy draws me in
The quicksand covers me up
Entombed, marooned, the jig is up
The fire has burned its last
But I hover in the winds
A wafting witch of doom
Bequeathing certain gloom
My member becomes a broom
I am a cancer and a curse
Ejaculating lava love
I seed eternal disbelief
I desiccate every dove
I am evil, evil, to the core
My laser eyes glare and bore
Like a magnifying lens
I summon fires to the fore
That burn and singe your petty heart
And take every organ apart
In your balls I throw my darts
And clot your vessels with infarcts
Dissected, Resected and never respected
Your half dead body writhes in pain
Your mind is stupid or insane
Your buggered belly’s so distended
And when I look upon my deed
The debasement of a fine young man
I realize why my ancient creed
Was so irate at his elan
We cannot love and so we hate
We cannot create, so we destroy
The pride, the Phallus, we’ll ablate
While we declaim we’re god’s envoy
Copyright, David Gottfried, 2006
Why I can’t stand stand “Meet Me in St Louis” with Judy Garland
Lemonade ladies promenade
With parasols and girdles staid
With every suitor, searched assayed
The utmost caution is conveyed
And who will we have for dinner
Spare us the besotted sinner
Grant us a young wiz and winner
A thing that shines when lights grow dimmer
We’ll have a big and heavy roast
Made by a maid from the African coast
And we’ll brag and lie and boast
Ensnaring a groom is uppermost
And when we’re tired we’ll recline
And say McKinley’s quite divine
Dream of being a concubine
While all we do is carp and whine
Copyright David Gottfried 2009
FUNDAMENTALISM
By
David Gottfried
The words withered on the vine
The colors cleaned by turpentine
Water comes from what was wine
Three dumb men have come to dine
Unleavened bread can not be found
Your bloody wine does not astound
The silly priests have now ungowned
The pious prayers are not profound
The shofar shouts but is quite mute
The papal bulls are neutered, moot
The Incense burns just to pollute
No mortal sins can it commute
The Imam conquers and he kills
We all regress to fish with gills
The witches burn on all the grills
The Middle Ages have sequels
Copyright David Gottfried 2012