SHAKESPEARE IN THE ALLEY WITHOUT SHOES

MUGGA MUGGA MUGGA

SHAKESPEARE IN THE ALLEY WITHOUT SHOES



With Marilyn beside me on the floor
I loved her with no idea where I’d been
And sirens all around me out the door
I thought some fuckhead went and turned me                                        in

Real peace it greeted me quite 3 by 3
And 18 kittens tumbled by my head
The Tsars of Russia also on my couch
Shakespeare put a finger to his mouth
Some bugger beat the tambour to the south

I held a meeting of the council the next day
“Why you fuckheads treating me this way”
Sweet sister cut off half my hair
Before I put a footsie on the stair

Now melodrama’s happening in the trees
And some fuckhead in the bushes’s name is   Jesus
And Geronimo is driving in my car
And Nurse Annie’s stripping on the bar

Fuckee, fuckee. fuckee, that’s my way
I got this real sharp car too fast now
                  for the roll
I had to head around to Mexico
And Charlie MacNacracker …has my ho

Now I know the Circus came to town
She’s the majorduomo, I’m the clown
While Paddy’s now a bird, no casket yet,
Aunt Edith fucked my daddy in the net

I didn’t really have to fall this far
I only have a bike, ain’t got no car
We blew the doors right off the storage room
Owner tried a kick at my balloons

Miranda has an ass that makes me think
AS I am  goatherd of the town
And all my hair she cut just blocks the sink
As fuckheads from the foundry walk around

It’s lucky I have liquor here with me
She turned off all the lights and the T.V.
Ivan he’s sleeping on the couch
I’m trying to be quiet, shut my mouth

Polonious knew just where we’d met
Shakespeare in the alley won’t  confess;
As Ruthie and her doggie got me wet
While sleeping on her couch, the best one yet


Adolpho has her mysteries to be sure
Saramanka’s real sneaky with the cards
Last night  she had 4 aces five more times
I had to beg some gold from a silver mine

It’s very clear to me I need a drink
Not been here long before I hafta think
Some kitties dancing riight now on my car
My booze-bag’s hidden smart beneath the floor

Nagasaki was a terrible event
My best pal Yama cut off Freddie’s head
The judges and the lawyers in a car
I sing the Marsaille*   good now from afar.
                 


 *((pronounced MAR-SAY-EH))
                                  who knows what this means
W.G. Milne
September, 2016, Fraser St
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One thought on “SHAKESPEARE IN THE ALLEY WITHOUT SHOES

  1. Ha! Ha! This one breaks me up! William S. Burrroughs liked automatic writing. This poem had to be automatic, because I was unconscious.

    Yeah, Baby!

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