Brooklyn Boy

Lenny Schmenny
The gamblin' tycoon
Hates the men but-
Makes the ladies swoon.
If I never see Lenny again-
That will be too soon!
 To me he's just another goon.

He thinks he's a poet
But his feet sure don't show it.
For wisdom and grace
He takes last place!

A fink in disguise
He's full of lies,
Rattin' to the cops 
When his poetry flops.

He plays the beatnik
While I'm the neatnik,
For a gamblin' man 
He's without a plan!
A Charlie Bukowski
Or just mean and mouseki?

Reason Enough?

If Emmanuel Kant
Then why should I
Venture a try
In the sweet bye & bye?

I'd rather stay high
Oh my! Oh my?
Then have to lie.

In the bright sun of reason
That could be the season 
For serious treason!

If epistemologies be right
In the darkness of night
That is when Truth
May be also be insight.

For sooth! For sooth!
Amid the fright
Of a moonlight delight
A light in the darkness
A sword in the stone!

Unhappy, alone
For that I atone
In a season of ages
Without any sages
The irrational rages-
Words, sentences, pages!