either mike or robyn came up with this line. so I built a poem around it.
from every grassy knoll
to every pentagon
a commission trilateral
the masonics of phonics
top secret, file under 'X'
watch out you may be next!
Bilderberg's line up in groups
on lumps in football fields to see
this conspiracy of poetry
the walls have keen ears
and "they" are watching
they control the papers
and they control the net
but they can't touch the verse
no, not yet.
in fifty-one different areas
they stop dissecting greys to see
this conspiracy of poetry
so you have a theory, do ya?
Agent Orange juiced the magic bullet?
that's nothing, not compared
to the secret of iambic pentameter.
they don't want you to know
lift that rug and sweep it under.
even though we act alone
don't mistake us for a patsy
we're the CIA, the KGB
the FBI taps our phones
to learn the secrets in our poems
if we tell you we'll have to kill you
because we can't let the world see
this conspiracy of poetry.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Conspiracy of Poetry
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2 comments:
What about your conspiracy to knock everything I write off the the top of the page in an hour or less. GEEZ!
sorry robyn :(
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