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It's All ABout Me
It's all about me yunno!
I mean, why for heaven's sake
I try to write about meaningful
But it comes out me.
Canada the beautiful. Love and mountains
Summer breezes and blue rinse . . . yeah, I know all about that . . .
It just won't play.
Love? Oh that was Ted Hughes, Sylvia Plath . . .
Obsession
"And besides the wench is dead."
So what's the prob? Is it the ethos or I?
In barrel bad apple . . . or the barrel?
Are people really nice under
The glow of politeness? Do we mean well?
When does capitulation under control turn into consciousness?
When I pick on my feet I want to chew on the bits
Like recycling yunno!
When do we get happy?
May I digress? I'm into ships, beautiful ships . . .
Ships used to be beautiful: sleek sheer lines, tall funnels, brass bell.
There's one in harbour now: fish packer, workboat.
Utility used to be beautiful. Yunno, form follows function . . .
Now . . . just
Ugly mudder phuccurs.
Look I'm not into riling you. I just wanna know
Cos' when I'm feeling blue, which is often,
When I'm told I'm outta line 'cos what I see ain't what I feel, I . . . well . . .
Get confused . . .
Even at my ripe old age.
Where am I going with this? This ain't poetry!
No! It's a little more complicated than that!
Its all about me don't forget.
It's west coast Alberta run wide: melted with cheese.
All scruples, all good intentions fall away when I see a pretty face I wanna lay.
Above all I wanna get laid, make lotsa money, feel safe . . . and loved.
No matter what Depak Chopra says it's all about
Get laid . . . love
Feel safe . . . money
Me . . . and righteous underwear!
Yup!
Roger Kemble is an urban planner and a poet living in Nanaimo.
Roger Kemble
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