The Official Site of Author Joseph Heywood-Non Fiction

[Portage, September 4, 2009]

I can see you and your City Slickers
Standing streamside barking your razzberries
At finning trout, trying to make them jump out
Into a tuba rigged as a net
Which sets off a heinous scream, a whistle,
Then a gunshot and damn clanging cowbell
All of which sounds like hell’s very maws
Against such behavior we need laws.
Spike, your music’s quite distantly apart
From any aesthetic we consider art,
How about you and your raucous wild bunch
Repair to muddy lakes to annoy carp?