Blargh, Johnny Fathom

And so he blarghed upon me
with all the fury of an unwept howl
of enduring shame.

I blarghed back, of course
the bastard
didn't know

I

I

I

am quite insane

my matey, blargh upon yer ass
blargh blargh blargh, I say
kneeled before yer mast

no sucker,
or virgin
born am I of spit and swill from a sheeps bladder
and madder'n hell then that.

So fuck the beatniks in their too-thin ties, and pirates blarghs
and maidens sighs

So fuck the little skinny girls
with long blond hair
and dare the lawsuits waiting there
amidst their wanton cries for

poetry and thrust

Thus, he blarghed upon me
all rogue and foul spew
I offered him a hug
and then

a wink

and

mountaindew.