Richard Thripp


Skating by Niglets


I cock guns, shock nuns and wear a whale-bone girdle to truss all
Tumbling over three of those pays off more than driving any bus'll
Regrets are few as on brawny backs of dykes wane pinkish moons
Averting coronaries with the pulmonary valve conduits of baboons
skating by niglets eating holy hobos tracked with weather balloons
I will drown my mistakes in rivers, gulfs, lakes, streams & lagoons
in the marshy fields of poisonous skinks, true crickets and raccoons
which have no planetary counterparts to mounted infantry dragoons
Tropically oceanic storms pummel Philip's Philippines as typhoons
Certainly it's easy to hide during Burma's flood-bringing monsoons
Beneath my barge-length feet I fashion sturdy, life-saving pontoons
Feeding frenzies diffuse as sharks are shot by razor-sharp harpoons
Failed banking adversaries are who string along uncased poltroons
Syndicated, centralized bankers bamboozle Ohio's gullible tycoons
The world awaits the next go-ahead from U.N. clowns & buffoons
Success dribbles through a month of Sundays & a century of Junes
Knocked-up women know sexy Tom Jones as a singer who croons
Dead snitches felt Frank Sinatra's wrath from the violence of goons
Merciful death kiboshed crapped-out mafioso Frank's Vegas tunes
The dago chairman's G.I. tract reacted positively to ripened prunes
Regularity is better alone than in one of Mia F. Farrow's communes
for dipsomaniacal, stupefied Marxian drunkards in ghetto saloons
cavorting about like Mickey Mouse in pederastic Disney cartoons
The women conquered by Fess F. Parker were not Daniel Boone's
eating catfish, skinning snakes and wrapping up in gauzy cocoons
serving dinner with bamboo reeds in the absence of forks & spoons

Submitted: Monday, January 06, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 07, 2014

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Excerpt from Bob Hurt's Cancer Cure Web Site:
Morning Sickness and Cancer
This page explains in detail how morning sickness (and other pregnancy toxemias) is an expression of inadequate pancreatic enzymes in the blood, and how this inadequacy allows trophoblastic cells to proliferate, resulting in excess of chorionic gonadotrophin and deficiency of placental steroids. The correspondence of cancer to morning sickness is made evident. It was authored by Ernst Krebs, inventor of Laetrile (Vitamin B17) .
The significance of this paper is that it shows how problems with trophoblasts (cells in fetuses prior to development of a pancreas, and cancer cells) are common to pregnant women AND cancer victims. The relevance is: understanding the cure for morning sickness can lead to a cure for cancer. THAT is the function of Vitamin B17.

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