Urban Song

Poetry

I am not a natural man,
(Well, not outside at least)
I seldom grunt although I can;
Inside I’m quite a beast.

I never scratch although I itch
In places never mentioned,
And do not swear, I will not bitch,
I’m always well intentioned.

I wear my smile (not all the time)
It’s not polite to sneer:
I play with grace the social mime
(It’s just a thin veneer!)

I spay myself so I smell nice,
I shower twice a day;
I have no roaches, fleas or lice,
They’ve all flown far away.

And if I were a vermin too
I’d leave and fly to-day
Into the sky’s imperfect blue
Where culture has no say.

by Phil Brown

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