Five Nitty-Gritty
Ditties
by Karl
MacDermott
A Poem With The Word Cancer
In The Title
In avoiding
people you know who have cancer
you acquire the nimble dexterity of a dancer
leaping as you cross the street
to escape that awkward meet
and charging on ahead like a Bengal lancer
The Things Strangers Tell
You That You Don’t Really Want To Know
She approached
me at the bus stop, whispered in my ear
I lost my mind at the end of last year
But now I’ve found some stability
Nervous breakdown?
Not all its cracked up to be
Musings on a Hollywood Star
If River
Phoenix had lived
and he’d had kids
would they have called him
the old man River?
Those Spare Time Blues
I’ve
taken up a hobby, because I’m depressed,
I now collect thimbles, I’m doing my best,
But something concerns me, here’s the gist,
Will I be known from now on as a miserablist
digitablist?
More Musings on Another
Hollywood Star
I had this
dream, made my heart go boom
About an MGM dancing star in my living-room
Between the flowerpot and the ashtray it was
quite a squeeze
On my mantelpiece was Cyd Charisse!
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