FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS, FOLKS . . .

An Obscene, Crapulent, and Absurd poem
(i.e. One poem, a formal unity that is, but with the above
three characteristics. To whit: Obscenity, Crapulence, and Absurdity.)


Fuckulation!
Bodgigalupe?!
Virgil Eclogues (37:37: viii, 15-6)


Fuck you, Doctor Zhivago,
Fuck you, Doctor Zhivago,
Fuck
you, Doctor Zhivago, you
Fuck off you
Fuck off, Doctor Zhivago, you
Fuck Doctor Zhivago, you
Fuck Doctor Doctor
Doctor Fucker you
Fuck off you,
Doctor Zhivago
you ignorant fuck, you
Fuck off you
Doctor Zhivago.

Doctor Zhivago has been sent to Hell.

Fuck Doctor,
Fucker Doctor Fucker
Doctor Fuck
Zhivago Fucker
Doctor Vago
Foctor Zhivocto
Fucker Doctor
Focker Doctor Zhi
vago Fuckeroon er
Fucko Bi-Focofuckulationatorial
istization Doctor Fucko
Fuck the Doctor, the
Doctor Zhivago Fucker the
Fucking Zhivago the Doctor Fuck-
o the Doctor O Fuck
O

Doctor Fuck Hole!

I had the making of
an honourable man,
but only heroes
were workable then,
so I failed.

(Like a Dutchman. Alas!
In the wilderness, our
voices are
quiet, and meaningless,
glass sunk in the ocean, a
Frenchman crying in the
dark:
O lieuh! O blancmontagne! Je
tu de rochera ma petitcoat!)

Yibble!
Yi-bibble!

Crying like a Frenchman
in the woods!

Croaking like a toady
in the forest, like a virgin
in the fields of love
forlorn, like
a hero inthe pages of
a magazine for next Tuesday and
the following Thursday
in a milk bucket on the verge
of all our tomorrows.

(In
the
round window of all our tomorrows, yes, a
round window of all our tomorrows and tomorrow
and tomorrow,
until the last vestibule
of regarded lime
in the eye of a beggar already buggered by
the historicity of the
effluvia of

SUCK MY OFF, OFF YOU OFF DOCTOR
ZHVIKAGO

(Goffuparapalencia! Go bugger the Queen!
Go bugger the Queen, I say, go
Bugger the Queen!)


Roxy Katt