by Jerry Ratch
Either a ruckus needs to be raised
Or a ruckus needs to be caused
I began chewing the locks of love
Off the fences and the gates
I was so outraged
At the horrible academic trash
If they had found me doing this
They would have hauled me away
And thrown me on the ash heap
Of what we now call Language
Written on the brass plaques
And laid to rest like tombstones
In the sidewalks of downtown
Where only bums are allowed
To urinate with the grand gesture
Of utter disdain
After chewing off the locks
On the gates to hell
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Excellent
After chewing off the locks
On the gates to hell
Way to go, Jerry!