Found Poem #4

MUZZY MOON (in Tiny Tim Falsetto)

It’s a muzzy, muzzy, muzzy, muzzy moon!

It’s a muzzy, muzzy, muzzy, muzzy moon!

I see it in the sky, with its star up there so high,

It’s a muzzy, muzzy, muzzy, muzzy moon!

I look at it, nod, and pray for peace,

and think of the atrocities in Nice.

It’s so pretty up above, why can’t we all love,

‘neath a muzzy, muzzy, muzzy, muzzy moon.

Think of all those centuries in Crete,

where they fought and died, but never did beat feet.

The Moon’s still there to see, and all the Cretans free,

‘neath a muzzy, muzzy, muzzy, muzzy moon.

Do what pleases you, but leave me be.

Like Kaepernick, with whom I disagree,

we have the right today to have our fucking say,

‘neath a muzzy, muzzy, muzzy, muzzy moon.

I have three gods up lounging in the blue,

and I don’t need another, but, thank you,

and if I lose my head, well, I’ll march on off to bed,

‘neath this muzzy, muzzy, muzzy, muzzy,

muzzy, muzzy, muzzy, muzzy,

muzzy, muzzy, muzzy, muzzy moon!

sk/2016