Who goes fishing?
Who goes fishing when the black bird sings?It's the Klu Klux Klan sleeping in my barn.
Had a hard night drinking margaritas,
But not Pastor John, he just had edamame.
Oh, said I, how come he did not drink?
Because lynching was due seven thirty.
Oh, oh my, the sun is a-rising,
I see the cow man milking and reading Hemingway.
Little boy blue smoking crack in a hole,
Gluing rat pubes to his hair for growth.
Who goes fishing when the black bird sings?
Only the people who can not catch dogs
Poetry by S.S. Lilan
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Written on 2009-08-21 at 23:49
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