III

I have no doubt that art lets heads be tails,
Sheep wolves, cops criminals, and sinners saints,
Without society going off the rails
Or introducing violent constraints.
Just as Lucifer (when shadow) can bring light,
So can the little red rooster calm the geese;
A monkey man make philistines polite;
A strutting, rutting, rancid goat cause peace.
My query, though, is: How are you at home,
Offstage, with children or your loving spouse;
Like the midnight rambler would you rather roam,
Or do you snuggle up in your own house?
I’m pleased to greet you; glad you are a thane.
But, tell me: Is it the knight that drives your plane?
Sympathy for Sir MicK
by Michael Peach

 

 

 

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