Hi all,

Life's been manic here and I apologise for not participating of late. good
news - I've organised a poetry slam here in Lynchburg, USA - the buckle of
the bible belt, so I'm not sure how its going to pan out. Fingers crossed
for Nov. 9th. Here's a newbie I worked on over fall break:

SMUG BASTARD

I hate you, you TURD, with all your petty
little four-tile words, CRAP,
SLAP, SLOP straddled across pink and blue
squares, you adding your score
with your scratchy, bloody biro.

I can't stand the way you pore
over your letters and use both hands to bring
them to the board. I hate the banality,
of their definition. Why can't you craft
beautiful words, words like FINALITY?

Why does it always have to be ZOO
and not ZIGOTE? I hate the way you nudge
onto the red squares with JUDGE and JAGGED.
If you struck me with SPLENDID or MADRIGAL,
I'd not get so angry.

You slide down your BURGER and LAGER
with that engineer grin. I hate the way you
hang off my SENSITIVE with SUPERIOR
and the fact that I'm an English Major
and should beat the damn PANTS off you.

B
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SMUG
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Bunny
"Sometimes a poem about a fish is just that - a poem about a fish."