The luminary poet
Would light up like Elmo's fire
When he read another scribes work
Especially when it was more vibrant then his
For he was a poor sad old spark
He took on a old Indian name, 'Pissing In The Wind'
His western name was, 'Pearson In The Wind'
He pretended to be articulate and mature
And drank huge amounts of fire-water
That would de-activate his brain
He had a medical condition where -by
He had to have his we-wee's sitting down
It was said to be caused by a hormonal imbalence
He would assume dual personalities
One day he would be, 'Pissing In The Wind'
The next day he would be, Crouching Dog From Lamount'
One fatal day he criticised-
The old crocodile poet Indian name, 'Longa Dick'
That old will o the wisp poet
Lit his Friar's lantern
Mixed up a verbal mix so potent
That, ' Pissing In The Wind' was shitting
Radium luminous paint for a week
Yes he lit up like a candlebrum
He went off like a parashute rocket
Written Tuesday August 2005
Allan James Saywell
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