I am a poetaster
And I´m gonna sing a song
But I think I ought to warn you
It could go on forever
Just in case you wanna leave
While you´ve still got the chance
I´d probably do the same
But I´ve already spent the money
So it´s hey-ho for ego-trips
And morbid self-indulgence
And as many polysyllables
As I can cram in to a sentence
That I hope will be as complex
In its syntax and its lexis
As the work of Henry James
When he was domiciled in London
Or the late great Herman Melville
That quintessential whale man
Whose upright Captain Ahab
Was a model of endeavour
And a symbol for our time

The excess of acerbity
That permeates the cosmos
Is an an existential menace
To the roots of metaphysics
It´s poisoning our relations
Within the global village
Let´s return to the values
Of early classical Athens
And the Periclean vision
Of mutual understanding
In the framework of a polis
And build another temple
To the spirit of niceness
And escape from the nightmare
Of Kafkaesque frustration
That threatens our persona
And the hypostatic union
That underpins the freedom
To belong to a militia
And kill all commie perverts
And vote for Woody Allen
To lead us on to wisdom
But could he/would he do it ?
Oh, life is so uncertain