Imitation Draft

Here's the link to one of the works I imitated by James Joyce http://www.indiana.edu/~liblilly/joyce/gas1.html

Here we are in these Nortwest Plains

Moving about, hoping it rains.

The smell in the air has a hint of manure

Will it stay cold? No way to be sure.

The wind of Lubbock does not cease

It may die down but will increase.

This constant breeze will alter the weather

Sometimes it gets worse, sometimes it gets better.

This magic town known as Hub City

Has shitty drivers; they're really quite shitty.

No turn signals, no limits of speed

Cops rarely spot these common misdeeds.

Often ran are the stop signs and lights

With roads most dangerous during the nights.

Most of these drivers cannot be trusted

Their disregard has left me disgusted.

This dusty town is abundant with poor

Sure to be begging outside the store.

They take any change that they can get

The cause of their problems starts with debt.

Some able bodied and some quite old

Some are polite while others are bold.

They will approach and ask for assistance

Thus shining a light upon their existence.

An early home for rock and roll

From Buddy Holly, God rest his soul.

His new ideas had changed the tune

Sadly he was taken too soon.

Called to the heavens at twenty two

No more songs of Peggy Sue.

With news of his death many cried

It's said that day the music died.

With thoughts of Lubbock comes Texas Tech

Preparing the students for life's long trek.

The campus is spread out, far and wide

And always flowing with Raider pride.

I have been shaped by Raiderland:

Provided knowledge not prior at hand.

The main event that comes with fall

Is a Texas tradition known as football.

Now we have the return of the King

And soon again the bells shall ring.

With the Lubbock crowd filling the Jones

Unified chants send chills to the bones.

This atmosphere has a deafening roar

Rival teams don't know whats in store.

Our student section is wild and loud

Cheering our Raiders who make us proud.

We know the Raiders will claw and fight

And battle our foes deep into the night.

After the gridiron we move to the court

Where our Red Raiders hold down the fort.

They shoot, they hustle, and they play D

They make us proud of the Double T.

We watch our teams in the USA

Gotcher and Battle and Odiase

We yell our chants of "Raider Power!"

With hopes of opponents returning home sour.

With on court action nearing the end

The baseball games we shall attend.

Watching the games at Rip Griffin Park

Cheering our Raiders from light to dark

This is a second work that I still need to finish but this one imitates Joyce's Lean Out of the Window

link: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lean-out-of-the-window/

Stay in your room,

don't you dare

Your teachers have told me,

how you swear.

Was busy at work

but now I am here

Your mother, poor soul,

she cannot think clear.

I go to the school,

to hear what you've done

When I take off this belt,

you better not run.

We try and we try,

to work with you

But following rules,

you simply can't  do.