Edwin Morgan Night
This poem will probably make more sense if you read this first : ANTI MORGAN REPORT.
On the night that Morgan read,
We bought Happy Meals instead,
Then went back to the store,
And ran about trying to find the right floor.
A security guard eyed us suspiciously
Because our shirts were spraypainted viciously
With Anti-Morgan slogans of hate,
And after all that, the recital started late.
We laughed at Eddy's poems about "Minge",
And his sexual innuendoes made us cringe.
He spat and covered the front row with mucas,
And we think maybe he mistook us
As dumb skaters with no brains and no education,
We were just laughing at the guy with constipation
Beside Chris with the Offrex pad.
It's a pity Morgan's poems are so fucking bad,
Because no one could take any notes or quotes,
His Russian translation was like He-man blowing goats.
We only like crap U.S. T.V.
Our generation is mindless, you see,
And we're very proud, we like it this way,
At least we're not false, irrelevant or gay.
- Miguel C. Kesey