Whaddya Gonna Do?

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You swallowed the cottonmouth Wonder Bread
Wafer each Easter Sunday but prayed
Instead for the New York Yankees and beer
Before your blues-collared Monday began.

There were always, however, pig latin
Minstrel shows good Friday nights after Lent:
"Oh what an assy-chay on this fair assy-
Lay" and Sister Kate so Honoré,
Swapping jokes with the knights of Columbus.

"How 'bout that Series with Yanks and the Mets?
Jayzus! Had to go to confession, though.
Fill it up, Joe" who gets one for himself
And sits down with the best of the parish
To start again the same old episode.

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AngelineAngelineabout 15 years ago
This was a terrific read!

It just bombarded me with one familiar, evocative image after another. I very much relate to the urban working-class world you've painted so well here (read my poem Chambers Street if you have a chance, and you'll see I really get where you're coming from). Very tightly constructed, too. Really well done. :-)

WickedEveWickedEveabout 15 years ago
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This poem flowed as easily as good conversation. I like it loads. :)