I Have Looked upon the Face of Jolliness
The ancient Greeks in poetry were lewd
As limericks, playful, silly as a stand
Up joker on a comic’s platform, rude
And crude, yep, far more rude than Russell Brand.
Emitted from these ancient rhythmic throats
Were poems dealing with the gods, the coarse
Ones, Pan and Dionysus, and hot goats
And Satyrs, all with sex drives like a horse
In festivals of reeling lust and wine.
Iambic or dactylic, lines with jolts,
Trochaic poems aimed at the divine
Ones’ spillings, jouncing hard and up like colts.
..Disrupted rhythms, meters, urgent verse
….Were aimed at wildest holiness—or worse.