View of the Cemetery While Shingling

Oh, I keep me binoculars hung from the ladder
When I’m shingling. Never in much of a hurry.
You gotta get the right fit and keep the course
Square anyway. So, yep, there’s always time to
Stop and have a look-see at what’s blossoming.

Like right now, over beside the bishop’s tomb,
There’s one fuck of a turd pushing out of that
German Shepard. Look at that goddamn dog.
Christly thing has a stovepipe for an arsehole;
Growing proper posies for a proper fucking prick.

About John MacKenzie

I'll mumble for ya. Poetry, plus most things quantifiable: science, neuroscience, memory, epistemology, baseball. And so on.
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