Bye Buy (by Steven B. Smith)

Steven B. Smith at Mac’s Backs in Cleveland, July 2008
photo/art by Jesus Crisis

Bye Buy

The Man keeps knocking
Down my front door
Wants to sell me some
Sorta social spore
Says grits & groceries
Ain’t enough
In the modern life
You need much more stuff
Made me want to crow
And flap my thing
Chase the hole
Outside wedding ring
So I cut my hair
De-furred my face
Gave the Man a chance
To show a better place
Where the air was clear
The water free
The fair folk there
Accepting me
But when they pursed my lips
To kiss an ugly place
The Man above unzipped below
I said sorry sir I gotta go
Get out of my face
You can keep your fairs
Your free fatted Fraus
The lure of your lair
Is lacking in now
I’ll take the stair
It’s quicker somehow
Cleaner too
Thanks to no you
You can unstab my back
Cuz you’ll need your knife
Rat back to the pack
That leads your life
It’s hit the road Jack
Be ass & back
Or tap taps brutal bell
I bye buy’s black burden
I lay down your load
You ain’t no at
For this gone cat
As for is
You’re due your due
You can go to Hell
Be your own fondue
Drink dropping lake
Eat rising grape
Work rolling rock returning
Dirt burning

                       Steven B. Smith 3.27.2005

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Smith’s poems used with his permission.

For more, visit Smith’s renowned art and poetry website at www.agentofchaos.com
Follow his and his wife Lady’s excellent adventures at www.walkingthinice.com 
Contact Smith on MySpace at http://www.myspace.com/smithcrimes
Get over 44 years of poetry and collages by Smith in Zen Over Zero (http://www.lulu.com/content/4265160)

Smith and Lady will be featured poets at Lix and Kix in Cleveland on 19 May 2009
Read a Jesus Crisis blog about Smith at S is for Smith (my favorite poets from A to Z – volume 19)