Tuesday, September 22, 2015
State of the Thee-a-truh, or Theater
-Play's two minutes old when the "Dude" throws
a leg over the "Broad."
-They wanna get the sex out of the way, so the
characters can discuss it for the next two hours.
-Don't remind me! And discussion? The stink
of locker rooms folded into the wit of Valley Girls.
-That good? I'm getting a ticket.
-Finally! The theater disgorged!
-I've not been disgorged lately.
-That's all you've been, and I. From this low society.
-Been partial to low society most of my life. Ball and
Chain keeps threatening divorce.
-Oh? Well? Oh well, too, pertaining to the larger topic.
The Drama! We're in the inevitable Transition Period.
-Viva transition! And as for the DRAma! It's as full of
shit as everything else.
-When I speak with you, I feel I've been battered in
a bar fight.
-Viva bar fights!
-It...all adds up to nothing, then?
-Always has.
-By your lights, anyway.
-My LIGHTS!
(sings)
And after I seen Corbett fight,
I put out Jimmy’s lights.
Last time at nine
he put out both of mine
BOTH singing, loud
In the town where I was born!
-I, uh, can’t quite forget my vulgar roots either.
-Best thing about you!
Labels: boxing, dramatic sex, Gentleman Jim Corbett, lights, sex, theater, Transition, Valley Girl
