The Age Demanded

This poem was to sent to me a few days back, thought i’d share.

BY ERNEST M. HEMINGWAY

The age demanded that we sing

And cut away our tongue.

The age demanded that we flow

And hammered in the bung.

The age demanded that we dance

And jammed us into iron pants.

And in the end the age was handed

The sort of shit that it demanded.

Anything you wanna come instantly.
Boy, cash running in your pockets
You skate high, gold on your finger tips
They try to make people nervous, you nervous

Something missing in your smile
Something missing in your soul
Are you suffering the blues?
Tell me why, tell my when, tell me why? when?

Green dollar bills slipped your hand, little man
Anything you wanna come instantly.
Boy, when did the plan slip your hand, little man?
Anything you wanna come instantly.

Castle, house, cars and the ladies
Boy, blues no doubt, got you feeling empty

Vitamins and Roughage

Strong ankled, sun burned, almost naked,
The daughters of California
Educate reluctant humanists;
Drive into their skulls with tennis balls
The unhappy realization
That nature is still stronger than man.
The special Hellenic privilege
Of the special intellect seeps out
At last in this irrigated soil.
Sweat of athletes and juice of lovers
Are stronger than Socrates’ hemlock;
And the games of scrupulous Euclid
Vanish in the gymnopaedia.

BY KENNETH REXROTH