Sunday, November 16, 2014
Warm Walk
The pair take a walkabout. Mark Reilly
Markie, Libertarian, and Mrs van Iderstein,
as disdainfully upright as she had appeared
on Earth.
"I do so love this place! No rules, all riot!"
exults he.
"But the public defecation mars the aesthetic."
"Hey! When you gotta go...! God tried stopping
it on his last tour, but he's powerless here."
"God is dead?"
"As a door pail."
"That's door nail, I do believe."
"All the petty little bourgeois exactitudes
of speech!"
"Similar to what the Devil says, his hands
all over one!"
"Never misses a beat!"
"But, we must needs route ourselves differently.
The...Aromas!" she sniffs.
"The Smell of Freedom!"
Labels: bourgeois, devil, freedom, God, Hell, Libertarian, rich
