“Eeek Eeek Eeek, What a Geek”
(cerebral remnants of poems
from my sophmoric 70's)


Eeek, Eeek, Eeek,

What a Geek!

Makes life easy

Makes it neat!

To him there lies

No incomplete!

Drinks the wine.

Eats the meat!

To him there lies

No indiscrete!

To him there lies

No ill conceit!

So it’s time

To quit being

A petrol-pig,

And think of things

Rather big.

Like a pile of shit!

Dripping wet!!

Flies in it!!!

And better to be

Someone, somewhere,


Than in a nightmarish

Nursery rhyme!





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