Monday, April 04, 2022
GP
During THE GREAT PASSIVITY,
Christians and other frauds
cool it on mercy and much
else. Anyway, Coiffed Screechers via
Sinclair stopped hating with scripture
to call out WHORES! Who
apparently lurk everywhere!
So much sin, so little Time!
In short, complaisant modes
so got kicked unto the curb as
to dwell religiously with dogshit.
One live group haunts Target yet,
screaming-out Asian women
wearing masks!
The most vocal of these saints
espousing ACTIVE FAITH--
and FIRM!
(Name actually Karen) left, y’All:
due in Melbourne to knee
a beggar in the balls
with other Taurus, thus
taking turns.
Labels: Active Faith, Asian, astrology, Christianity, Conservative, contradiction, faith, Great Passivity, hypocrisy, preaching, Sinclair, Taurus, women
Wednesday, January 02, 2019
Constitutional Imbroglio
-Give President a choice: Abdication
or Prison.
-And his party?
-Abolished! In favor of a truly Conservative one!
-What good is that? Same dead, stupid ideas!
-Could be, and yet glorious to some?
-No matter. Always a scrim for blatant thievery at any rate.
-I always knew ideas were good for something!
Labels: Conservative, faction, party, Republican
Thursday, December 06, 2018
Anniversary
by his children.
Softball Tape still plays well: earnest
adults and adorable toddlers.
He’s additionally toasted on the rich
occasion by crooks worldwide.Labels: Big Business, Conservative, death, government, illegal, Law, rich
Saturday, October 20, 2018
Hate Radio
has a life-change
going on
and on
about surreptitiously kind
Quarter-Assed Righty President.
With alarming examples
of the more real, and even
homicidal, despising
coming from the LEFT!--
formerly a laughing-stock,
in anecdote and song,
of Pansy Ineffectuality!
Don’t get me wrong:of Pansy Ineffectuality!
Such forlorn ragtags
can also hate.
But hardly as naturally,
nor to the manner born.
Labels: Conservative, Hate Radio, Left, Right Wing
Friday, September 21, 2018
French Question
Will the Republicans
Tartuffe up
to save the sordid ass
of yet another one?
Labels: comedy, Conservative, French Comedy, politics, religious hypocrisy, Republican, Supreme Court, Tartuffe
Monday, August 27, 2018
Right Aquarium, Wrong Fish
Don’t ever vary routine?
Perhaps so.
Unless you can take the strain!
So prosaic at the start. I tack a half
block onto my daily walk.
Tires me a bit, so rest at the rear
of an open auditorium. Much actual
flag-waving onstage, and the right
vibrations.
Thus I’m comfortable...but must pee.
On the way I’m besieged by lights
and shouts.
Mistaken for Big Shot!
I laugh “Right Aquarium, Wrong Fish!”
Then, leaving the restroom, I’m jostled
by a man showing me that he’s
carrying. Heavily!
“Pickles leaves us if you DON’T
say the word!”
I escape, but one “Pickles” Torineau
assassinated following morning
on I-4!
Immediately go to Police?
What for? It’s exciting now!
Labels: Conservative, fellow travelers, routine, violence, violent politics
Saturday, January 20, 2018
Not for Her an Interminably Dying Swan
Jenn-Annie found everything to be new!
This attitude, or lack thereof, she
brought to her secondary roles as
a dancer.
Her boyfriend, Hector, was a static
Conservative, who humored her.
As he does now when they've married.
He is the present Treasury Secretary.
Every penny spent...well the party
sees that a lot fewer of them ARE!
For frivolous social programs,
or her ballet company.
She carries on, laughing.
The new Prime Minister once attempted
to rape her as she minced though a
dark short cut in back of the theater.
She struck him with a brick his white
chest still maintains the imprint of.
She never recognized him.
He's a prude now, of course, and
viscerally dislikes the sexiness she
brings to some roles.
To the dance critics who despise him
reflexively she is one of the few breaths
of fresh air left in the company.
The younger dancers find her silly.
Unprofessional.
What they love most is kissing ass in
the tyranny. Adore, actually.
It's always an art in great repute.
Labels: art, art and politics, Conservative, dance, innocence, prudishness, sexuality
Sunday, November 19, 2017
Music of Sorts
Dorney lived in a minor key
From childhood.
Pliant girl...to pleasantly quiet woman.
.
Live-in guy fine with her soft way.
Than she went Major!
“Been too grimly quiet for us,” told him.
The Old Maids of both sexes turned up noses
at her makeup etc.
Her college courses.
“Join me!” she shouted at him, but buddies
tagged him pussy-whipped already.
Without friends, can’t be tragedy.
Labels: Conservative, fear of change, friends, life change, tragedy
Tuesday, August 01, 2017
Ab and Evy
with little provocation,
FURY!
Last fit loses remaining
friends.
And Ab, his
Ev.
Doctors beg him to visit,
but Fox a jealous mistress.
Labels: Conservative, Fox, fringe, insanity, isolation, lunatic fringe, political anger, Radical Conservatism, right anger
Tuesday, November 08, 2016
Political Attitudes
Chief knew what Mayor
was saying when he
laughed "Trim the herd!"
Darker portion thereof.
But now the new young
congressman"toured" his
district to “hear” black and
brown complaints
Elect a liberal, get a mess!
Labels: Conservative, liberal, Race, trim herd
Sunday, October 23, 2016
Crime In a Conservative Place
to be caught!
Red-handed,
as they say,
when not even
a prior suspect.
The religion
you're stuck with
enables your dead
parents to keen
after you
everywhere.
Pile on.
But they like
the eventual
plea bargain.
Labels: Conservative, crime, parents, religion
Thursday, August 25, 2016
Liberal vs Conservative
on the Spiritual Level
is a fight unto Death!
Which is why we need
politicians. One might state
“Now wait
a little minute! We actually like
one or two of your new-
fangled notions. So let’s
say we get to keep...
and you get...?”
Labels: compromise, Conservative, liberal, political fight, politician
Wednesday, February 24, 2016
The Title
When Kels got transferred to an office
further out, he abandoned his bike-nerd
role and bought a car.
A little sensible mini.
Bucky, his old fraternity brother, explained
that he could give him a good deal because
the title was a bit murky. But law had entered
in some complexity, and Kels received a title
document brimming with seals and huge
signatures. Some ribbons, even.
"You’re the owner of the car on file in Harrisburg,
and that’s where it counts."
But Kels loved the document so much he took it
to Bretz the Framer. Who set it up within an
ornately carved number which could have held
Washington and his First Cabinet.
Denise the librarian...thinking of coming
aboard and it, not he, impressed her.
“That’s when things MEANT something!
It’s up to us to make them mean something
today. I’m...pretty conservative, Kels, so if
you’re looking for phony passion and rolls
in the hay, then...?”
Kels lied that he was pretty conservative himself.
Her reflection in the glass fronting all the seals
and ribbons encouraged him greatly.
Labels: Conservative, Law, legality, Ownership, relationship, seals.ribbons, Title
Sunday, October 25, 2015
Crime In a Conservative Place
How awful
to be caught!
Red-handed,
as they say,
when not even
a prior suspect.
The religion
you're stuck with
enables your dead
parents to keen
after you
everywhere.
Pile on.
But they like
the eventual
plea bargain.
Labels: Conservative, crime, haunting, parents, plea bargain, religion
Monday, October 05, 2015
Too Late To Escape
Smitty never got too far from the prison, the warden’s
brother in the next town putting him to work in his
hardware store.
Ten years had passed since his discharge, so he
became a good sport when the mayor of the prison
town asked him to join the celebration as it closed.
Actually, was to be the world’s largest pajama party, but
he signed on only for the interview on Good Morrow, Y’all.
There, Hoak and Betsy ran him through their conservative-liberal
shticks. Both wanted gloomy remembrances of the prison, but
he talked of the warden’s children playing hopscotch outside
his cell, and his wife bringing a comforter from the house when
Smitty got the flu.
Thereupon Hoak sneered of coddling, and Betsy launched into a
sermonette on rehabilitation.
At the break, Hoak whispered, “More Cagney, less Morgan Freeman.”
They showed pictures when back on the air of the last huge pajama
party at Edinburgh Castle. Dour Scots for the most part, but their
women charmingly swimming in men’s pajamas.
They had a clip, too, of a Guinness Man who wouldn’t commit, but
thought it was likely that their pajama party would edge out Edinburg’s.
When Betsy pressed Smitty about going, he told the pair he had to get
back to Cat Felix.
Thereupon, in the only spontaneous minute that show had ever seen,
he produced a snap of Felix from his wallet.
“White with the one black eye,” laughed Hoak.
Gushed Betsy “He’d be my cutie-patootie!”
Later, Spotlight columnist, See-All, commented “Cat steals show
from usual political squabblers!”
The mayor’s dithery man brought him to the bus, first showing
off the new, glitzy shopping center. The bright liquor store therein
had lousy security, so Smitty boosted a fifth of Seagram’s Seven.
Labels: cat, Conservative, liberal, prison, prisoner, rehabilitation, talk show, TV
Monday, April 13, 2015
Stages of History...in an Office
Conservative Goal
I fill out forms. I know, we all do. But it's my living.
And an easy one, until I get a 5206. Nothing auto-fills
there. Everything must be filled in. And correctly!
Or face the wrath of one, Jeanetta.
The sessions with her are memorable. Literally.
You're given things to remember.
Such as
In 14e of 5206
A dash will do it all,
while 14f is wall to wall!
And there are other tricks!
This is just a smattering of the humiliating times
I spent with this “poetic” fussbudget!
Really! I have a Master's Degree!
Headly Merse had the same difficulties, but his
solution was to fetch her a Polack with a
seven-word vocabulary for a week in the woods.
He set about doing just that. No one every
found out how he did it, but Founder's Week
we were always given off, and...
Mr and Mrs Eddings, the Mom and Pop the
present employees had never seen, "celebrated"
in a flag-bedecked suite in Bide-a-Bit. But they
were too Altzheimed out to sense much.
Anyway, Jeanetta, came back refreshed and easy-
oozie. "Let all the sticky forms...go! They're a
pain in the ass. I'll handle 'em."
So, the Polack was some physician of sex! Wow!
Unfortunately, he was also now a broken man.
Everybody in Shipping remarked on it. Then...
a rogue forklift pinned him against the far
interior of a truck.
He rehabbed for a month, and when he came back,
had the most eccentric walk in the valley.
And never spoke again, though mumbled.
Was quietly retired by the company, Jeanetta's vote
being the deciding one.
Thus was Jeanetta at the peak of her power, but you'd
never know it day-to-day. She was sunshine!
There can be cloudy frames. And the one big one:
Her Mercedes shot into an overflow pond during
Hurricane Arturo, and she drowned.
Instead of her, we now have Royal. And many
days his Mrs too. Those are great days because
she brings in French Pastries from Pierre's,
the boxes decorated with crowns.
Royal eliminated ALL forms! I'm now busy
writing the history of the firm.
He's mostly austere, but does drop by
with severely rationed words of small talk.
His management style is...well simply
not apparent. But classy.
His wife is, of course, terrific!
Then, enter Melissa, on Spring Break from Smith.
Even sweeter than her mother!
But, one day of cool morning and Spring-Fever afternoon,
she leaves her ski jacket.
This precipitates a crisis because Bill Hepple
a down-the-line accountant is caught embracing,
and kissing and whispering to it. And detaching
the expired lift tickets!
By me, who really has no authority over him, but tell
him to knock it off!
"I can't help it, because I'm a Royalist!”
"We all support Royal!"
No, I don't mean that in the way you're saying it.
"They're the Royal Family! I'd give my LIFE!"
I had always been a democracy guy, and this was
all pretty upsetting.
Fast forward five years and I’m okay with it, since
I’m Pope.
Only in the yearly procession of course, but
with an unlimited budget for vestments.
The processions always go swimmingly!
The exception was the first one. The Polack
very nearly ruined it by prostrating himself
sarcastically, and mumbling fiercely in Polish
and English.
All looked to the Pope, sensing a spiritual
problem.
I blessed him with utmost peering deliberation.
“Arise! My son!”
Lion became weirdly-walking lamb, and the
procession continued
Not a dry eye.
Labels: Conservative, forms, office, Pope, Royalist, sex, spiritual
Thursday, April 09, 2015
Advice in a Red State
-Where am I going wrong as the conservative
governor of a conservative state?
-The ideas are pure in the abstract. Put them
into force and they’re beyond ridiculous!
-Thus the whole world gets a horselaugh?
-‘fraid so.
-If you live for The Ideal, the naysayers tear you down!
-Somebody around here doing that former?
-Okay, okay! Sarcasm noted. I’m still a politician.
-Then start acting like one! Not John Galt
inhaling his pissy pants!
Labels: abstract, Conservative, ideals, John Galt, piss, pure, red state
Monday, April 06, 2015
Original Thoughts
-My editor is on the warpath for SOMEthing
outa me!
-An idea! Trace a Conservative idea from
its beginnings in Puritan sermons to its
present use by imbeciles.
-That's...really not bad.
-The beauty of it is I get to skip the entire
middle portion. Mud Flats!
-Maybe I shouldn't write that intellectual part.
-A blessing on me! A barefoot boy!
Labels: barefoot, Conservative, intellectual, Puritan, writing
Wednesday, April 01, 2015
Garbage on the Wabash
Discovering the Forward World
in a Backwards State
-Those Indiana Republicans are pissed at Social Media.
“It distorts, etc! Jumps the freakin gun!”
-Uh huh? What’s the subtext here?
-What kinda world is it when we fuck you and
get caught immediately?
Labels: bible thumpers, Conservative, Indiana, Religious Freedom Act, Religious Right, Republican, sexual discrimination, Wabash
Friday, March 13, 2015
Refining Brotherhood
When the candidate professed that "The Supreme Triumph
in Life is knowing one's place in it!" Val paid no attention.
He was an old man running against an old woman.
Well, the old man won, and what the newspapers now called
the New Royalists were ecstatic.
"Good luck with all of that Class Baloney! Val told Mahan.
Let's see them try to enforce that crip-crap in a nation
with a tradition of equality--well, not always, but you know
what I mean.”
Well, they knew what they meant also. But Val and Gretchen and
the gang that hung around Kippy’s Kool Kup ignored these old
ones the same way they would have the old ones who lost.
The newest couple watching the football games there was Gritz
and Nelly-Belly. She being pregnant. Gritz worked in the foundry
and had a mouth you couldn't believe! His wife matched it! Hal often got them to cool it, especially when families with young children dropped in for a snack.
But Gretchen became infatuated with them since their friends were
so Steady-Eddie boring. And life itself had reached such a stuffy,
boring level!
“All our friends are so CAREFUL all the time! Those two make
me laugh!”
So, she started inviting them to family events--where they mostly behaved.
But, enough slipped up that his Uncle Ducks noted them.
One thing and another, he asked them to cut the vulgar couple loose. “They'd be much happier with their own kind.” etc.
Hal wouldn't do it, and, of course, Gretchen backed him up.
The next request came from up higher--Ducks being just
an alderman. And this time he had to insist. The policy had
come down from Washington.
Her girlfriends quickly got to her, too, and so she didn't
object anymore.
It fell to Val to tell them, and he did. Both cried.
It was so embarrassing!
Val and Gretchen still see them at the Kool Kup, and they're often
laughing with a rougher bunch, so it may be true we're happiest
staying in our place.
Labels: Conservative, football, keeping your place, knowing your place, peer pressure, social stratification
