Love to be one of those beardy
Feral poets in love with animals
Who write free verse in barns
Amongst cow shit and hay
But I'm SO not one of those
Beardy country dudes locked as I am
Into trash TV and café lattes
Movie culture and broadband
Though sometimes at night I wish
I were one of those free spirited
Beardy poet dudes, in touch
With animals, refusing to use lube:
"Friction is a given, you dig?"
Like running naked in the forrest
Tripping on mushrooms
Finding the earth goddess
Patting deer and singing to birds
Chasing the 60s and sniffing its turds
To fill your oh so tender heart
Yeah, sometimes I think about it
In a kinky sorta way, for laughs,
Like how does having hair on your face
Get in the way of kissing arse?
© shaun patrick green 2011
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