July 2, 2014

<i>July 2, 2014</i><br><br><br>


by Michael Fitzgerald-Clarke

Let’s do the John Keats rap

No marmalade in your sandwich
No jism in your act
With m’velvet booties
Succumbing to your tact

The last Wednesday morning
In the snow you blow
With m’antsy Ugg boots
It’s Christmas time y’know

Hey Santa hey
Play your dodgy flute
Hey Santa hey
Give Rudolph the boot

I bottle my sweat
We spray on his sweat
The animal magnetism of idea
Is w/out peer
Is w/out peer

In a Turkish bathroom
Shit happens
In a Washington ballroom
Celebrities smoke ‘n’ poke

And if John Keats were
To join us
Would he be woman
Would he be man

In celebrating the moment
As daintily as we can . . .

Grandmaster Flash
Barack “Nipples” Obama
Warwick Capper
The Putinator
Martina Hingis.

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