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SECOND POEM FOR THE MEKONS

Relax your hungry thoughts
By making some lunch

I'm floaty and outdated
I'm self-important and I beg for compliments
And when I get them I'm abashed

As a subject of poetry
My impressions don't go far
Selfish and senselessly self-deprecating

The courage to make fun of my friends

The perseverance to drink tea and sleep -- humbug --

Country music could use anger
And I could too
But I'm trapped up here

Fever rides on a pig

"I like my friends
I feel unfit for them"