Ars Poetica Redux

Butter is from an utter Therefore it makes me shudder This guy without a rudder  Whose speech is one long stutter And who has a heart flutter Says we need to love one another That includes my other known as my brother Who is a bother  For us both And an aspect of the god Toth A being full of rath and roth Never to be accused of going soft Or South  On us who pay the bill From a bankrupt till We are but a shill Without any real skill Who never learned how to kill With mere words That are turds But that drive the hurds Like little Miss Muffet shitting on her tuffet Eating her turds away On vacation to vacate  The vacuousness she predated and created A history of human (un)intelligence  Created with due diligence The worshipful AI That rules IT  We & thee & me  In the great Cyber-Sea Here by the sounding sea where there never ever was  A real  Annabelle Lee Thus spaketh my profit Zoroaster Who has redeemed me from complete disaster And w...

Sonny Black took the wack As a man among men in the LCN Shot once on the floor he was no bore Give me another one but one that counts Cause he went to bat for a no good rat But Special Agent Joe Pistone was just doing his job Claiming jewels he did rob This no good slob Did wind his way in And against Sonny sin The name of this STING  Had a curious ring Operation Donny Brasco And so it did go Down in the history books Amid curious looks From the questionable crooks Men of honor vs. men of iron FBI vs. LCN But never again  As saith The Raven Nevermore...... Sunny Black burns With the saints in hell Sounds pretty swell Who can tell The gleaning of a meaning In an oximoron Sonny Black will never be back Pistone we can attack Perhaps even wack And collect our sack Of $500K Oh happy day What a way To earn a buck and the g-men fuck We would need luck  Not to run amuk I need the cash And the G-men to bash I can't be rash Or Pistone will dash Out of sight and out of my mind Into ...