The Accidental Poet

Greetings Hairballers,

Just finished reading a biography of the great Molly Ivins. No, I’m not that arrogant to compare myself to her.  Ivins, like Babe Ruth, was one of a kind and we will never see the likes of either again.  She was and is one of my heroes.  I keep her picture over my desk for inspiration--along with Hunter Thompson, Fran Lebowitz, Dorothy Parker, Alfred E. Neuman and others.

Every comedian and writer around is doing the Olympics--good, bad and hysterical.  I’ll leave it to them.  Instead, I’ve turned to a bit of introspection.  It won’t happen often.

Here we go…

The Accidental Poet©

         FMHorner

Quite by accident, it happened,

this poetry pouring forth

on my way to writing

the great American novel,

which would win a Pulitzer

or Noble prize,

or at least be published

by someone other than me

those crazy gonzo verses

kept coming

perhaps not so much stanzas

but rants and hairballs

my take on what you did,

what was done to you,

what I saw and thought,

or what was done to me

down the rabbit hole I slid

with clichés and sarcastic wit

my companions in crime,

maybe someday

I’ll peek out and see my shadow,

then again, maybe not

I like it down here

I’m a sprinter,

not a marathon runner

so I’ll keep spitting them out

one hairball at a time

as long as it’s still fun

and we all keep laughing,

sighing, gasping or crying

I am the Hairballer

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