I Have Looked upon the Face of Jolliness

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.