My stuff’s too personal.
Lay on, MacDuff!
Lay on, MacDuff!
And it’s kind of scruf-
fy, too, in an unpleasant medical
sort of way. My stuff’s
fy, too, in an unpleasant medical
sort of way. My stuff’s
too tough
on the feet to be thought struttable;
MacDuff’s
on the feet to be thought struttable;
MacDuff’s
wife and kids are off’ed
in it; it’s laced with seconal
and other dreamy, hypnotic stuff.
in it; it’s laced with seconal
and other dreamy, hypnotic stuff.
AND it’s written in the buff,
a style that either is or isn’t radical.
MacDuff’s
a style that either is or isn’t radical.
MacDuff’s
counsel is that there’s just
not enough
demand for confessional
poetry these days, so I won’t strut my stuff.
Eh, what? MacDuff?
demand for confessional
poetry these days, so I won’t strut my stuff.
Eh, what? MacDuff?
