plagiarism or inveigle?

sometimes when I am tired of the flapdoodle of life I retire to poems

and my favorite poet of all times is ee cummings.

please allow a sychophant to indulge

the following. with supreme thanks to Mr. Cummings, wherever he may be in the far flung string theory of existence.

ee cummings     from: is 5

Humanity i love you

because you would rather black the boots of

success than enquire whose soul dangles from his

watch-chain which would be embarrassing for both

parties and because you

unflinchingly applaud all

songs containing the words country home and

mother when sung at the old howard

Humanity i love you because

when you’re hard up you pawn your

intelligence to buy a drink and when

you’re flush your pride keeps

you from the pawn shop and

because you are continually commitings

nuisances but more

especially in your own house

 

Humanity i love you because you

are perpetually putting the secret of

lifer in your pants and forgetting

it’s there and sitting down

on it

and because you are

always making poems in the lap

of death Humanity

i hate you

 

 

ee cummings  Tulips & Chimneys, Tulips, Portraits,

 

Buffalo Bill’s

defunct

           who used to

           ride a watersmooth-silver

                                                     stallion

and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat

                                                                                   Jesus

he was a handsome man

                                      and what i want to know is

how do you like your blueeyed boy

Mister Death

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