Friday, July 31, 2009
Future Hearing
-I didn't listen to you Republicans when you said some bureaucrat
would make the end of life decision for me!
-Well, you shoulda. But there's a caveat: decision outsourced
to my new company, Bye-Bye Inc. Thus private sector, Baby!
-I remember now. You left the Senate in The Big Quit!
-Bingo! Lot of us did. Once Republicans lost the spicks and blacks
and women too, none of us could ever get elected again.
But I held on, and wouldn't leave without a deal by the Dems.
Thus, Bye-Bye Inc.
-And here we are.
-Yeah well, let's cut to the choice. I looked over your shit and
you haven’t got a fuckin chance. Reaper for you! Next!
-Whoa! How about appeal?
-10 thou in cash. Uncle Sam pays me 5 for this dumb hearing,
but you gotta come cocoa personally for any appeal.
-I got the ten here! Take it!
-Thank you! Appeal denied! Next!
-I didn't listen to you Republicans when you said some bureaucrat
would make the end of life decision for me!
-Well, you shoulda. But there's a caveat: decision outsourced
to my new company, Bye-Bye Inc. Thus private sector, Baby!
-I remember now. You left the Senate in The Big Quit!
-Bingo! Lot of us did. Once Republicans lost the spicks and blacks
and women too, none of us could ever get elected again.
But I held on, and wouldn't leave without a deal by the Dems.
Thus, Bye-Bye Inc.
-And here we are.
-Yeah well, let's cut to the choice. I looked over your shit and
you haven’t got a fuckin chance. Reaper for you! Next!
-Whoa! How about appeal?
-10 thou in cash. Uncle Sam pays me 5 for this dumb hearing,
but you gotta come cocoa personally for any appeal.
-I got the ten here! Take it!
-Thank you! Appeal denied! Next!
Labels: end of life decision
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Ugly, Rich,
he marries a Babe.
Things swim a time.
Then, both shop about.
She, no fool, hogties
him legally. So...he gets
her offed. Reached out
of town, sobs buckets
at awful “news.” Cops
nab morons he had
entrusted rapidly. They
sing like the chorus at
The Metropolitan. Outside
his trial, Babes United For
Death–-or her sisters--
jam TV’s 6 O’Clock Report
with HD makeup and hair.
Prosecution slides couple
on the stand. Nothing
to do with law; everything with
blondest beauty, grieved. They
cry, of course. Defense: no ques-
tions, knowing jury despises
their frogish client further if
dams really burst. Two kinds
of murder trials: wry,
laconic lynching, &
circus. Guess.
he marries a Babe.
Things swim a time.
Then, both shop about.
She, no fool, hogties
him legally. So...he gets
her offed. Reached out
of town, sobs buckets
at awful “news.” Cops
nab morons he had
entrusted rapidly. They
sing like the chorus at
The Metropolitan. Outside
his trial, Babes United For
Death–-or her sisters--
jam TV’s 6 O’Clock Report
with HD makeup and hair.
Prosecution slides couple
on the stand. Nothing
to do with law; everything with
blondest beauty, grieved. They
cry, of course. Defense: no ques-
tions, knowing jury despises
their frogish client further if
dams really burst. Two kinds
of murder trials: wry,
laconic lynching, &
circus. Guess.
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Once You Know
decreed talking points,
you can judge true art
of the political
hack, how he folds
them into his stew of lies to
the joy of bigtime honchos.
decreed talking points,
you can judge true art
of the political
hack, how he folds
them into his stew of lies to
the joy of bigtime honchos.
Labels: talking points
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
The Split
Thinking of splitting &
becoming a Republican-
Democrat, or Democrat-
Republican. Then ½ of me, in
any event, ‘ll be convinced
the other truly stupid.
Thinking of splitting &
becoming a Republican-
Democrat, or Democrat-
Republican. Then ½ of me, in
any event, ‘ll be convinced
the other truly stupid.
Labels: Democrat, Republican
Monday, July 27, 2009
Book flogging TV
often foists switchers.
Usually Left pricks
turned Right pricks.
Communist to Fascist? Hoi
polloi to suffocating clubster?
Abortion to AK 47? All depends
on degree, & who’s bought & sold,
but personal constant holds.
often foists switchers.
Usually Left pricks
turned Right pricks.
Communist to Fascist? Hoi
polloi to suffocating clubster?
Abortion to AK 47? All depends
on degree, & who’s bought & sold,
but personal constant holds.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Doctor w/ his tiny light and lens
peers where we can’t
and says Hmmm.
Or Jesus! De-
pending.
peers where we can’t
and says Hmmm.
Or Jesus! De-
pending.
Labels: doctor
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Barcelona Bars
put out innumerable snacks.
Fixed by toothpicks, & check final-
ly driven by these left
on plate. Be interesting
to bring idea to St Peter. But
avoiding lumber necessi-
tates a color-coding scheme.
& he’ll say, “What am I? An
accountant? Join that line there!”
Uh uh! Look at the faces, mud
turtles. They’re due for the down
escalator. Beat!
“Quaint images from simple earth.”
I want fairness! Not caprice.
“Oh you do? Still don’t get it, do you?”
put out innumerable snacks.
Fixed by toothpicks, & check final-
ly driven by these left
on plate. Be interesting
to bring idea to St Peter. But
avoiding lumber necessi-
tates a color-coding scheme.
& he’ll say, “What am I? An
accountant? Join that line there!”
Uh uh! Look at the faces, mud
turtles. They’re due for the down
escalator. Beat!
“Quaint images from simple earth.”
I want fairness! Not caprice.
“Oh you do? Still don’t get it, do you?”
Labels: Barcelona, Golden Gate, heaven, St Peter
Friday, July 24, 2009
Now, Last Line
A dear lit-
tle antelope trope,
opaque fog, or
cheap trick?
How cheap?
A dear lit-
tle antelope trope,
opaque fog, or
cheap trick?
How cheap?
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Inclined To Improvise
Media Matters slams trombones
for wilful distortion. More so,
lazy & incompetent, how
they often don’t check
& just forget. Or following
their fake-book, possibly,
GOP lead sheet. Once,
If it bleeds it leads. Now snatch
it from the oven ½ baked! Risk
salmonella to body,
politic.
Labels: Media Matters
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Games
No games, implore vari-
ous personals. Referenced
elsewhere too, for we
all play them, many
exclusively. Flogged
in Washington now.
What’s truth there? Need
you a$k? Hogs
at troughs.
No games, implore vari-
ous personals. Referenced
elsewhere too, for we
all play them, many
exclusively. Flogged
in Washington now.
What’s truth there? Need
you a$k? Hogs
at troughs.
Labels: Washington games
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Selection
-It’s like the Nazis and the Jews!
-Well, that’s a stretch. I just know that I have to deliver one body
from these condos, and I’ve been holding them off from you
for months.
-Where to? Some re-education camp?
-I don’t know. I can’t see how you can relearn what you’ve got:
a big nose!
-I could get surgery!
-Too late now.
-But it’s so absurd and arbitrary!
-Yeah, sometimes it is.
-It’s like the Nazis and the Jews!
-Well, that’s a stretch. I just know that I have to deliver one body
from these condos, and I’ve been holding them off from you
for months.
-Where to? Some re-education camp?
-I don’t know. I can’t see how you can relearn what you’ve got:
a big nose!
-I could get surgery!
-Too late now.
-But it’s so absurd and arbitrary!
-Yeah, sometimes it is.
Monday, July 20, 2009
At GOP Club
-We got in a box on that Hispanic nominee. Lean over backwards for the immigrant bashers while grabbing the departing Spicks.
-And we didn’t need another of our sex scandals to erupt!
-Never be caught with a dead girl or a live boy.
-Mixing our subjects, that new waiter is cute.
-He’s Juan. I didn’t know you were Juan too–quoting an old, sick pun.
-Yourself?
-We got in a box on that Hispanic nominee. Lean over backwards for the immigrant bashers while grabbing the departing Spicks.
-And we didn’t need another of our sex scandals to erupt!
-Never be caught with a dead girl or a live boy.
-Mixing our subjects, that new waiter is cute.
-He’s Juan. I didn’t know you were Juan too–quoting an old, sick pun.
-Yourself?
Labels: GOP, Hispanic, immigration, sex scandal
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Stiff-Necked Heretic
in that damning old
riff. Don’t know
heretic. Perhaps bit
intense, but can feel
my neck stiffening
against many things.
Labels: heretic
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Fashion
Hispanic TV chick
tries a military shirt
with buttoned pockets.
It bunches up & she's
uncomfortable. Others
vanilla much of the time.
Way of transgressor is tough.
In fashion, nearly unbearable.
Labels: fashion
Friday, July 17, 2009
CNBC
Watching one of the collective screams
posing as panels on CNBC. Loudest emitting
from those unrepentant shills for Capitalism,
many of the very same who were lied
to into their quite valuable dental art
by magnificent Captains of Finance--
some serving jail terms presently
as token symbolism for the massive
number of crooks not caught. Not caught?
Rewarded! If completely vile enough.
Watching one of the collective screams
posing as panels on CNBC. Loudest emitting
from those unrepentant shills for Capitalism,
many of the very same who were lied
to into their quite valuable dental art
by magnificent Captains of Finance--
some serving jail terms presently
as token symbolism for the massive
number of crooks not caught. Not caught?
Rewarded! If completely vile enough.
Labels: CNBC
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Shortest Political History
I’m from Northeast
where Democrats ruled
cities and Republicans existed
on intellectual islands. Then they
jettisoned the adjective to begin
their future.
I’m from Northeast
where Democrats ruled
cities and Republicans existed
on intellectual islands. Then they
jettisoned the adjective to begin
their future.
Labels: Republican
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Southern Senators & The Gods
GODS
Lecture us again on Race.
SS
Such sarcastic comments prove you’re mired in the Old South.
It’s The New South now!
GODS
Sure it is!
GODS
Lecture us again on Race.
SS
Such sarcastic comments prove you’re mired in the Old South.
It’s The New South now!
GODS
Sure it is!
Labels: Republican Racism
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Two Health Insurance Executives
-We’re for fair and open competition!
-Well, that’s what your spokesman says.
-And he’s pretty fuckin young.
-Words and deeds, huh?
-Amen! Let’s stick to the deeds.
-Are you a physician? I never asked.
-We’re both physicians who, from wresting with bureaucracy,
have lost the knack of looking up an asshole.
-We’re for fair and open competition!
-Well, that’s what your spokesman says.
-And he’s pretty fuckin young.
-Words and deeds, huh?
-Amen! Let’s stick to the deeds.
-Are you a physician? I never asked.
-We’re both physicians who, from wresting with bureaucracy,
have lost the knack of looking up an asshole.
Labels: health insurance, physician
Monday, July 13, 2009
Sartorial Solution
Suggestion offered via net
that politicians should dress
like NASCAR drivers, so we’d
read corporate sponsors off
patches. Key, though, frump-
ier legislative specimens must
avoid the stuffed-turkey look,
having personal tailors fit these
jumpsuits properly to their un-
Hollywood frames. With one
for work. (Will last forever )
And a brilliant formal number.
(100 Haitians wreak surround-
ing embroidery.) Others
for occasions. John Q springs
for all the suits, thus honored
by a dedicated patch also.
Worn on each lawgiver’s heart.
Suggestion offered via net
that politicians should dress
like NASCAR drivers, so we’d
read corporate sponsors off
patches. Key, though, frump-
ier legislative specimens must
avoid the stuffed-turkey look,
having personal tailors fit these
jumpsuits properly to their un-
Hollywood frames. With one
for work. (Will last forever )
And a brilliant formal number.
(100 Haitians wreak surround-
ing embroidery.) Others
for occasions. John Q springs
for all the suits, thus honored
by a dedicated patch also.
Worn on each lawgiver’s heart.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Universal Question–small bore
Peering at shelves behind
the chattering cashiers, I
walk into revolving DVD rack.
Hewing gossip, they don’t titter.
How many goofy embarrassments
enroute, & lost chips,
before going all in?
Labels: embarrassment
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Sayonara, Madoff
I’ll seeyuh
in 150 years.
One of the biggest
money frauds. Rot-
ten company! Even
today, where like asses
‘ll never kiss
a jail cell cot.
I’ll seeyuh
in 150 years.
One of the biggest
money frauds. Rot-
ten company! Even
today, where like asses
‘ll never kiss
a jail cell cot.
Labels: Madoff
Thursday, July 09, 2009
Land o’ Free? Yes & No.
Jan Hus burned at the stake July 6, 1415. Hot
Heresy. But that was in another country, &,
besides, all the vile churchmen are longggg
dead, aren’t they? Uh uh. Probably
some descendants in our South. & forget
not those roiling-Republican Tea Parties
’d joyfully light the first match.
So, watch yourself
&, especially,
your mouth.
Jan Hus burned at the stake July 6, 1415. Hot
Heresy. But that was in another country, &,
besides, all the vile churchmen are longggg
dead, aren’t they? Uh uh. Probably
some descendants in our South. & forget
not those roiling-Republican Tea Parties
’d joyfully light the first match.
So, watch yourself
&, especially,
your mouth.
Labels: freedom, Land of Free, speech
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
So, Many in SC Actually Think
Gov Sanford crazy. Of course!
The way middle-aged men get
in lust more
than love. Excluding women
from such humiliation? Nope.
True Democracy of Dupes.
Gov Sanford crazy. Of course!
The way middle-aged men get
in lust more
than love. Excluding women
from such humiliation? Nope.
True Democracy of Dupes.
Labels: lust
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Among Newer Stupidities
Phone "Conversation"
For example, if you have a question about your account, say
I have a question about my account.
“I have a question about my account.”
We do not recognize that response.
Phone "Conversation"
For example, if you have a question about your account, say
I have a question about my account.
“I have a question about my account.”
We do not recognize that response.
Labels: phone query
Monday, July 06, 2009
Ah 50s Melodrama
Vise-like clothes in wild
morality play. Not.
Rectum valve closed
in daily commerce,
lest oxygen infiltrate.
Republicans enforce
Indiana behavior: rube
touchstone Others die
choking for life. Rule:
Wear a skinny tie getting
a haircut. Well,
anyway, post atrocious
war you get tightest fear,
pleasuring, thus, your betters
in the Fair Land of the Free.
Labels: Fifties
Sunday, July 05, 2009
System
Vote nudging in Iran
via food and cash.
Uh huh. Walked from
Media PA to Springfield
Mall once. Natural bathroom
break at Wallingford Art Center,
so nipped in. Nice local show, too,
thus perused. One gallery reserved
for Judge's campaign.
Tables heavy laden.
Worker told me to make a drink
and scarf some snacks. I told him
I was there for nature. And art.
"Look around! Do you see
many others? Mix! Please!
Doing us a favor." Assembled
atomic gin and tonic. Eventually
sledding down the hill outside
like a Flexible Flyer.
Vote nudging in Iran
via food and cash.
Uh huh. Walked from
Media PA to Springfield
Mall once. Natural bathroom
break at Wallingford Art Center,
so nipped in. Nice local show, too,
thus perused. One gallery reserved
for Judge's campaign.
Tables heavy laden.
Worker told me to make a drink
and scarf some snacks. I told him
I was there for nature. And art.
"Look around! Do you see
many others? Mix! Please!
Doing us a favor." Assembled
atomic gin and tonic. Eventually
sledding down the hill outside
like a Flexible Flyer.
Labels: vote buying
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Remembering on 4 July
Hockey game at New Haven Arena &
old man won’t rise
for National Anthem. Those in back
for dragging him up.
Verbal patriots. No one asks why, or
whether he has medical reason.
Moment passes,
but fury sustains.
Hockey game at New Haven Arena &
old man won’t rise
for National Anthem. Those in back
for dragging him up.
Verbal patriots. No one asks why, or
whether he has medical reason.
Moment passes,
but fury sustains.
Labels: patriotism
Friday, July 03, 2009
Madoff Victims Want Government Restitution
Such a slippery pitch! Make whole,
while at it, all those screwed over
by American Capitalism? Globe
lacks the requisite dough!
Such a slippery pitch! Make whole,
while at it, all those screwed over
by American Capitalism? Globe
lacks the requisite dough!
Labels: Madoff
Thursday, July 02, 2009
One’s Average Life
is the true reality show.
Hastened to anesthesize
the grating boredom.
TV’s version nothing
new: Romance, Escape.
Like drugstore novels from
defunct and literate ages.
is the true reality show.
Hastened to anesthesize
the grating boredom.
TV’s version nothing
new: Romance, Escape.
Like drugstore novels from
defunct and literate ages.
Labels: reality TV
Wednesday, July 01, 2009
