Thomas Kelly

You Dis My Crib

I kindly ask you ‘round – my Home –
For chat, some tunes, and tea,
But since your Shadow graced my door –
Your mien has puzzled me.

Your ride – the Heap – a steaming dome –
Dropped fuel, and oil, and green –
It billowed, wheezed – nigh did Retch –
It sapp’d – the Property –

Your homies – they did Ape – and nod,
Refused humanity –
They vain did stomp – to all rebuke –
An oily – driven Sea –

Your gal did fornicate the zone –
Banal, profane – outré!
The mates and she – did romp – and pour,
Gawking – mute were we –

Dear friend Shabby you treat – your own –
Your coals tapp’d on my Persian –
You freak – I bid you – straight to Hell –
You are my pet Diversion.