Y.M.C.A.

 

I read a poem was some words
made my mind a blank
ran off to the library
was mildewed and it stank.
Checked my phone
the robot came
and said my comments
were quite lame.
The mood inside the poem stirred
and made me hot without the words
that same night peeked up at the stars
and spied some poets at a bar 
was sucked up met some other writers.
Sexton, Hughes and babes with lyres
danced and laughed, lit big bonfires
slept out on the beach with Anne

got tired.

Good job Bob
Thanks Jack, you're back!
Awhile now, where you been?
I had a dream the other night
then went out to the yard
piled some wood up
near the road
with gasoline and tires.
My neighbor called the gendarmes
they came and talked me down
now I'm at the library
and YMCA downtown.