Monday, February 27, 2012
Mamba Snake in Coffee Room
At least the dream offhand.
Dr L in last-gasp Freud-speak
pounces "repressed Homosexuality!”
Dr Y counters with “slithering Evil!”
But Dr P scoffs at their “Theological
lies!” His trump, the latest: “Nothing
ever means anything. Period.” Quoting
Duke Ellington’s “It don't mean a thing”
then--to lighten the explicator’s touch.
“And it most definitely ain't got no swing!”
2 wags add. Anyway, P’s approach fated
to lose in Academy life. They
simply won’t promote you:
be meaningless anyway!
Our Freudian, though, frets
not, what with clinical Texas
and Virginia probing vaginas.
Labels: Freud, morality, Nihilism, Texas, vagina, Virginia
Sunday, February 26, 2012
What Once Was Said
MANAGER
(Initially while charging Umpire) It’s a game! Baseball!
Heard of it?
UMPIRE
I’m acquainted.
MANAGER
Got rules! You don’t make it up. It’s not fuckin
Alice in Wonderland!
UMPIRE
And would you be Alice?
MANAGER
You had a mouth on you when you was a player–-
to use that term loosely.
UMPIRE
Well now I’m an umpire and you can use that term
any way you want cuz YOU’RE OUTA HERE!
MANAGER
I’d recommend eye doctor but you’re too stupid to read the fuckin chart!
UMPIRE
All going in my report. Hope you got fat wallet.
MANAGER (while players drag him off in dust cloud)
...fat HEAD!
UMPIRE
I’m guessing you just passed ten thousand bucks!–-
not to mention my just awful hurt feelings.
MANAGER
(Initially while charging Umpire) It’s a game! Baseball!
Heard of it?
UMPIRE
I’m acquainted.
MANAGER
Got rules! You don’t make it up. It’s not fuckin
Alice in Wonderland!
UMPIRE
And would you be Alice?
MANAGER
You had a mouth on you when you was a player–-
to use that term loosely.
UMPIRE
Well now I’m an umpire and you can use that term
any way you want cuz YOU’RE OUTA HERE!
MANAGER
I’d recommend eye doctor but you’re too stupid to read the fuckin chart!
UMPIRE
All going in my report. Hope you got fat wallet.
MANAGER (while players drag him off in dust cloud)
...fat HEAD!
UMPIRE
I’m guessing you just passed ten thousand bucks!–-
not to mention my just awful hurt feelings.
Labels: Baseball, manager, umpire
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Victorian Author
-So how are you getting on, clean little person?
-Ever so prettily, Sir or Madame. Your story is wonderful,
full of such lovely places and bully people! And talking trains
and animals. Fairies that disappear and come back the very
next moment!
-Enjoy it while you can, for soon you'll be slapped with
a wet-mackerel moral
Labels: children's books, Victorian
Friday, February 24, 2012
Fear Obama!
Marxist! This
from the fascist
horrors on
American Radio.
(To the pros, he’s
Center-Left;
opposition being mostly
Center-Right--presently,
though, sucking up to
a furiously insane base.)
At any rate, these rank
“shows” have sponsors.
Boycott!
Labels: Fascist Radio, Marxism, Obama, Republican
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Power and Scattered Sugar Pacs
X finally promoted, how
he asserts himself
in the coffee room!
We thought temporary,
soothing old bruises,
but soon, the Mussolini
chin thrust. Now has
list been posted de-
manding we clean
up our acts: too solo
for order. After
Luther, what?
X finally promoted, how
he asserts himself
in the coffee room!
We thought temporary,
soothing old bruises,
but soon, the Mussolini
chin thrust. Now has
list been posted de-
manding we clean
up our acts: too solo
for order. After
Luther, what?
Labels: coffee room, Luther, Mussolini, promotion
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
More Things Remain the Same
Celebrity buys it: un-
der crap-mysterious
circumstance. You
preceded, big toe
sporting tag. So,
your routine lab work
tossed aside. Thus...
chilling much longer.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
NBA
-Got me one bent dude
lost nearly everything!
Owner helped get ‘nother
n’ he’s fuckin up what’s
left! Plus suckin all new
stuff for hisself!
-Yeah, but let’s put our
minds in the game!”
-I just fuckin can’t!
-Got me one bent dude
lost nearly everything!
Owner helped get ‘nother
n’ he’s fuckin up what’s
left! Plus suckin all new
stuff for hisself!
-Yeah, but let’s put our
minds in the game!”
-I just fuckin can’t!
Labels: exploitation, financial advice, NBA
