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Devils and …
By GC SMITH

Priests andpreachers
claim to know
what I should do
which row to hoe

They use a book
written by men
to claim knowledge
of a divine will

They describe Gods
shout about Devils
preach fire and brimstone
and pearly gates

Why claim faith
when there is no reason
when Priests and Preachers
may be the Devils

Life is mystery
unfathomable
ginned up answers
don't illuminate

What I don't know
won't hurt me
what might hurt
is that thing called faith

Now I don't say
there are no good rules
but don't tell me
they're not our own

Gods, Devils
Bugaboos, Hoodoos
believe if you wish
but don’t include me

Live your life
I’ll live mine
pray or don’t
to each his own

I don’t remember
before I was
I won’t remember
being gone

Un-imortal words

Rejected
by GC SMITH

Them bastards
doesn't like it;
they said no to my posey;
lousy, stinkin' sumbitches

I doan know why
they won't pub it;
they'll be sorry when
I'm the famous poet lariat

Teeth Chatterin'

Shiverin’
By GC SMITH

It’s cold
down here
in semi-tropical
coastal South Carolina

There’s frost
on the roof
and a heat pump
that’s struggling

There's ice coating
salt marsh grasses
a phenomona never
seen before

I don’t own
a down filled parka
an ear flap hat
or insulated boots

Like a dog
trying to shit
a peach pit
I’m shiverin’

Meanwhile
know-it-all
politicians prattle
about global warming

Seems to me
penguins will survive
glaciers will grow again
global life will go on

Of course
my conclusion
depends first upon
not freezing to death

It's comin' up

Saint Valentine’s Ain’t The Day
By GC SMITH

I don’t show up
on Saint Valentine’s day
with ‘merican beauty roses
beaucoup Belgian chocolates
ribeye steaks or lobster tails
nor those shiny baubles ladies love

Nope, I save all those
for three days later
anniversary of the day in ’62
when we tied the knot;
the first day of the best days
of our star touched lives

Year forty-eight
comes up on Wednesday
(fifty that we’ve been together)
time flashed by so quickly
damn, it seems like yesterday
but we’re still looking for tomorrow

WOO-HOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DA CAJUN LIFE

Da Cajun life is hard work and hard play. Getting’ down to it dat’s da way. Knowin’ da time time o’ day. Sunup hours fo’ da’ toilin’. Sundown hours fo’ da dancin’ an’ kickin' back. ‘course one doan need no sundown on da weekend. Den’ it’s all play all day.

FAIS DOO-DOO

Las’ nite we had da fais doo-doo down to Dupree’s place on da Bayou. Whole town turn out fo’ fried sac-o-lait treat, wit alla da fixin’s. Dirty rice. Shrimp etoufee, Boil mudbugs. Slaw. Hush pups. ‘course we wash it all down wit’ beaucoup col’ ones. We had us a time.

DA SUPA BOWL

Now it’s Saddaday an’ we fixin’ fo’ tomorrow’s Supa Bowl. Tonite we’ll put a pig in da groun’, slow cook it all night, an’ finish tomorrow.

Da whole town gather fo Supa Bowl sunday to watch dem Sains come marchin’ in. Dey done it fo’ sure. Not only dat dey beat da line.

Dat’s what I say, me.

Da Supa Bowl

Where Lies Loyalty
By GC SMITH

Ten years captaining
the N’Awlins saints
and now second son
Peyton, who beat
the Bears
in Super Bowl XLI
leads the Colts
against the Big Easy

And then there’s Eli
the youngest son;
Archie has to wonder
why the kid who downed
the Patriots
in Super Bowl XLII
ain’t going up against
big brother, Peyton

Archie
must be
scratchin’
his head,
perplexed,
wonderin’
where lies
loyalty