towers, bernard

MINI ANAGRAM POEM
I RAP IN MANGA MODE



THE ACCIDENTAL
CHANCE DEALT IT
ALL’S RECONDITIONED
I CONSIDER IT ALL DONE
WHAT MEAN I?
WHEN I AM AT
MY WITS’ END AGAIN – NO!
ON A WINDY MAINSTAGE
THIS MEANINGLESS DRIVEL
REVEALING MINDLESS SHIT
INSATIABLE
BANALITIES
LIKE MATHEMATICS
“I AM THE SICK METAL”
TWELVE PLUS ONE
ELEVEN PLUS TWO
DEBIT CARD
BAD CREDIT
A BORDELLO
DOORBELL, A
DIRTY ROOM OR
DORMITORY OR
THE CLASSROOM
SCHOOLMASTER
“ABC IS
BASIC”
“LISTEN!
SILENT!”
VOICES RANT ON . . .
CONVERSATION . . .
HA! WE LISTEN TO TALES FULL OF SHITE
THE NEWS IS TOTAL LIES FULL OF HATE . . .
GEORGE W BUSH
HE GROWS BOGUS
ERGO
OGRE
HITLERS
SLITHER
I’M AN OLD MAN – IF THE NIGHTMARE WAKES ME, IT PASSES
AND IF THIS WAS A REAL POEM, MAN, IT MIGHT MAKE SENSE

© Bernard Towers | 2002