Talkin to Noah Bout the Flood

[Lightning Rod]

god told Noah to gather them two by two
sometimes god makes mistakes like that
cats and dogs don't fight like cats and cats

oh, there might be little spats
and bitches over territory
but none can fight like the male and female
of the same species.

Noah had a problem on his hands.
Imagine poets two by two.

it's been forty days
and forty nights
since I had your mouth on my cock

they measured in cubits in those days
there ain't no mo two by fours
just two by twos in crap rapture

the flood is everywhere
no mountain high enough
life comes raining down

bills and medicine and
shit from other species
It's a good thing we are poets.

The most adaptable of creatures.

it would be easier if all a poet had to do
was to be pleasant and nice and all foo-foo
but poetry is about more than sunsets and rivulets
It's a dirty job that someone has to do.

It's not a job for thin-skinned nellies
we call on those with fire in their bellies
we stab the truth with a twisted blade
we ring the world like a bell of jade

we eat the hail
in bitter bites
It's been forty days
and forty nights.

[Arcadia]

great poem, l-rod!!! it sounds like a big effort in an effort-less way!! (or viceversa)

[mousey1]

oo my my my
tell it like it isssssssss

poets
snakes in the grass
with bite
with sssssssssizzle

if I ever become a poet
will my big feet show it
longfellows
by gad

great write monsieur L Rod.

[Lightning Rod]

thank you Arcadia
That's my ambition in life---to appear effortless. (I get embarrassed when someone sees me working)

and thank you Mousey
I always imagined your feet to be dainty

[joel]

I always imagined your feet to be dainty

Again, effortless. The original post is amazing...as is the poetry in this comment!