to be a poet seventy years ago
upon arriving in Hollywood
Dylan Thomas stated
his two main objectives
were touching the titties
of a blonde starlet
and meeting Charlie Chaplin.
by the end of the evening,
Shelley Winters obliged him
the first objective
at which point
Dylan Thomas excused himself
saying he was off
to find Charlie Chaplin.
it says alot about the
poets of yesteryear
as opposed to the
dabblers of today.
I can list a chapbook’s
worth of blonde starlets.
I can’t think of one poet
worthy of their titties.
Horror Sleaze Trash 