FOLKS by Dennis Doph

touchdown jesus. 20

Some folks are bad jokes
Like artichokes with no heart inside 'em
Other folk get caught in your spoke
Bacchanals so baroque you can't abide 'em

Some are perceptibly Not marginally acceptably
Unable to morph because they scoph about Change

Some others infuriate ya Barely conceal they hate ya
Proceed to grate ya like a dog with mange

Others project authority Faux superiority
Too much vainglority to even wish to pursue
Project their own venal sins in ya
Stick their fucking pins in ya .... you know who.

Others are so mella Epitomizing Goodfella
Not Billie; more like Ella when they lay on the juice
They have the real damn flair of things they really care of
Wind up being the not so square of
your hypotenuse.