March 30,
1983 7:00 a.m. 
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
Sober Sarcasm
Yes, I kicked out the teeth of convention
And I scattered the leaves of oblivion
I drank gallons of wine
As I turned back the time
And my future paled o'er with obsidian
I stamped on the clockface of sanity
Grew disgusted with cookiecut reality
Put down schooners of beer
As I smiled with a leer
Wouldn't join at the front with the soldiery
I'm a mad hatter, my friends and
my foes
I'll stumble round life on my hands and my toes
Dailing love on the phone to a disconnect number
The years fall so quickly I fear
Watch me laugh hard at the unlucky
players
Paint myself to a corner with layers and layers
The booze might be gone I'm electric with ease
but these still are old clothes that I wear
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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