Poetry

The American Eagle

by

Lindsay Smith

"Radio on the wall play us the number one the hit song
the American Eagle has no brains it flies into walls"
Francesca the most mysterious person he never really knew
despite her outrageously wacky hat she did know all about sex
said, "this head automatically turns off any thing in bad taste."
Then when she had nailed everyone's rapt attention
you can tell people about witchcraft but you can't lead them to it.
That set everyone with presents back on their high heels
Radio on the wall play us a great tune or go to hell
Yes it is Francesca here
The Radio kept blaring rap crap while she sang
If you don't possess a purple tiffany box
You can't expect to grow like a yellow daisy
"Oh Radio Radio on the wall tell me why
Why do American Eagles fly into walls and knock their brains out"
Francesca got off the phone jiggling like a teabag
& shouted out to all within range
"I need to have a pee desperately"
& she left right left right left right left
with Staggers and her kittens following in single file
tails between their legs
"Radio on the wall why do American Eagles hit the wall"
With his last gasp in extreme agony he wheezed
"The American Eagle has no brains it flies into walls"
Unwanted alone uncared for now stone dead
his crocodile skin boots still sit in the repair shop
Remember his last wish was to expire with perfect plastic teeth
Those shining eyes could only be described as terminal fireballs
He fried with extreme prejudice in the updraft
Radio on the wall play us all a bugle call
The monster python swallowed a whole sheep
and never spat out any shredded wool
Radio on the wall a song to aid digestion, if you please
After my farewell remarks
Francesca pressed the END continuously but it did not END
Heaven does not kick in until you're dead
Radio on the wall I am tired of poets
Give me history.