Sadly every species has a Tarzan
in it, always trying to call
attention to himself 

Body fat can act as a wick
That’s why I’m a poet
in favor of wars

Robert Crumb never drew a woman 
I didn’t wanna have
relations with 

Where I’m from, being buried
in a woman’s yard is innuendo-
it’s blues tradition 

Sometimes I get
the most vacant stares 
My soul is pained

(This is a found poem created from various comments Ron Davis made on different LexPoMo poems throughout the month.)