Clockwise Cat Strikes Back
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V<br />
Goliath became a fighter.<br />
Goliath, he got mean.<br />
Goliath built an Army, Navy, Air Force and Marines.<br />
Goliath built the biggest god-damned war-making machine.<br />
Goliath held the greatest force the Earth had ever seen.<br />
Goliath, the aggressor,<br />
Goliath, the evil scheme,<br />
Goliath, the lone wolf and pre-emptive violence meme,<br />
Goliath, the peacekeeper,<br />
Goliath, The Scream,<br />
Goliath, the empire, <br />
Goliath, the theme,<br />
Goliath of the A-bomb, the H-bomb and the nuke,<br />
Goliath, the mad, MAD momentary fluke,<br />
Goliath of the sucker-punch,<br />
Goliath, the old one-two,<br />
Goliath with the uppercut,<br />
Goliath, black&blue,<br />
Goliath landed many blows before the bell’s appeal,<br />
Goliath of the crystal jaw and the naked, tender heel.<br />
VI<br />
Goliath built a theme park and his darkest heart’s display.<br />
Goliath built his swan song down on Old Man Castro’s bay.<br />
Goliath took his big stick out and waved it toward the fray.<br />
Goliath shouted “Fuck you!” from Strawberry Fields 1 of play.<br />
Goliath sent his soldiers and his doctors of despair.<br />
Goliath sent his minions in to run the brutal fair.<br />
Goliath sent them patrons too, to do with as they dared.<br />
Goliath grinned and injured men, as Old Man Castro stared.<br />
Goliath built drowning booths, forced-feeding stands and zoos<br />
of snarling German shepherds and their snarling handlers too.<br />
Goliath sent in madhouse owls to peck&peck&peck until they knew<br />
how many licks it takes to get to the center of the truth.<br />
Goliath built TortureLand where the dying man could hear<br />
the screams of all the patrons as they answered for his fear.<br />
Author bio: Brad Nolen is a writer and founding member of the Lizella Independent<br />
Poets Society, the finest bunch of dilettantes and semi-professional osculators this side of<br />
Hopewell Church Road. Baptized in the muddy trickle known as Echeconnee Creek and<br />
bestowed with the flour-sack tongue of a down-home eschatologist, Brad writes with a<br />
whimsical defiance, supplanting convention with a novelty so familiar that he seems to be<br />
writing your very own thoughts as you think ‘em, and all you can think is ”The end is<br />
Nehi!” He can usually be found sitting cross-legged atop a red, clay mound with a dusty<br />
copy of The Threepenny Opera or shoulder-deep in the Ocmulgee River balancing a<br />
guilty grin and a libation.