mad

i was mad
but not to worry
it’s a paper slurry
i was mad
about a mag

two guys named al
one on the cover
the other underneath
through golden ages
woven in its pages

one the perennial new man
the perpetual brew man
grinning through a missing tooth
freckled and sipping from
the soda fountain of youth

one drew from a box of rocks
painting parody for the flocks
spinning yarns of weird science
then three decades electrified
building satire’s true alliance

i was mad
about a mag
and for sure
from spies’ bag to dag
i had it bad

i found the mag
at the corner cigar
plenty of choice for action comic
but many a quarter
fed this madaholic

with anticipation
for latest diversions
i spied all the books
they formed a long row
to the left of old poe

so many smiles
were fueled by styles
penned by the whiles
of these two als
and all their pals

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About Brad Werner

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