Posted by on Nov 16, 2013 in Radleys Poetry | 0 comments

One day, on the Internet, I was trying to look up Oliver Reed and accidentally looked up Oliver Cromwell, who we may remember from back in 5th grade, was “kilt” more than once.  Dug up.  “Kilt” some more.  Some guys kicked his carcass around like hundreds of years later and yanked his head off and it has literally “floated around” in sick collections of weird shit that some monks were holding somewhere.

I don’t mean to sound xenophobic.

Anyway, here is the poem that my random “Wikipedia Moment” inspired in me:

“Oliver Cromwell”

By Radley Horwitz

February 16, 2011

Cocaine brain

Pork loin gravy train

Tap dancing sweet breads

flaming shish kabob

laser brain middle ages

angry mob


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