Freud's Butcher
Many folks are in a snit
They say the new poetry's not a kick
They pout and pester from academic writing posts
About emotions turned into ghosts of ghosts
Hejinian, Silliman—the tide is over
Andrews, McCaffery—abandon your mowers
You're before your time then out of date
It's not market forces nor fate
A friend of mine named Edith Jarolim
Told me a story from before meats were frozen
Seems her mother's uncle kept the beef supplied
To the distinguished family of Sig Freud's bride
Frau Freud kept kosher, so Sigi too
The mind might wander but the diet laws must do
Art and religion don't always agree
The one's by the rule, the other sometimes free
Used by permission of the author.
They say the new poetry's not a kick
They pout and pester from academic writing posts
About emotions turned into ghosts of ghosts
Hejinian, Silliman—the tide is over
Andrews, McCaffery—abandon your mowers
You're before your time then out of date
It's not market forces nor fate
A friend of mine named Edith Jarolim
Told me a story from before meats were frozen
Seems her mother's uncle kept the beef supplied
To the distinguished family of Sig Freud's bride
Frau Freud kept kosher, so Sigi too
The mind might wander but the diet laws must do
Art and religion don't always agree
The one's by the rule, the other sometimes free
Used by permission of the author.
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