Sour Sonnets of a Sorehead & Other Songs of the Street/Sorehead Sonnet Thirteen

by James Percival Haverson

Sorehead Sonnet Thirteen

Aw cut it, cul, quit shootin' off hot air.
Excuse me, there's a hole in your balloon;
You ought to get it fixed, good afternoon.
Me punishment is more than I can bear.
You'll have to stop this kiddin'. On the square,
I think I'll have to hike to some saloon,
Where I can get a booster if I swoon.
You're talkin' through your hat, you'll muss your hair.
Quit handin' out this Happy Harry guff,
This Joy-Talk gives me freckles on the brain,
Believe me when I say I've had enough.
Go on, get next, you're laborin' in vain—
If pikers wouldn't boost the bloomin' bluff,
I wouldn't be so anxious to complain.