Saturday, February 06, 2016

 

A Short History of American Manufacturing


“Do it THIS vay!” insisted the Swede,
so Chuckie and I did. For years.

Then the Swede died and his brother
came for his tools.

We quarreled then. Chuckie stood
with the dead Swede, and I for myself.

So I did it my way, and Chuckie, the Swede's.

It got ugly. And silly. So much so that
we expected Management to intervene.

They didn't because they didn't care.
The products shipped as they were.

But they eventually made a decision!

To outsource the manufacturing to a
robotic factory in Mexico.

But Chuckie and I weren't out. We both
play the Swede in our display at Industry
World.

Have gotten a bit famous. Me on TV, and he on
Facebook and other social media.

The robots make absolute crap.

So much so that management has decided
to give the products away, and has installed
a monster service facility in our old factory here.

That way the customer ends up paying much more.

The Required Service Contract a Master Gouge!

Admired world-wide.

Chuckie and I laugh about how our lives have
turned into lies.

The Swede’s brother put up his tools on Ebay
so we bought them for the act.

“No Biz like Show etc!” twitters Chuckie to.
his thousands of followers!

But I’m not jealous, since my agent has just
nailed me down the role of Pepsi Grandfather.

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Wednesday, November 25, 2015

 

Dating Over 50


While she caressed scarves in Mais Oui! he stared up
at a motley thunderbolt arrangement suspended from
the ceiling of the shopping center.

An officially nervous young woman approached.
“Are you the man lost his wife?”

“Yes, but many years ago. Another found her."

The large shiny bag, lavender, preceded Joan then.
“Is everything a joke?”

“Yes!”

“I can foresee another of our little SEMinars!”

“Oh please not! I’ll say what you wish! Anything so
I don't have to go on Facebook again!"

“Shush! You're  making me forget my next errand!”

“Does that ridiculously large container hold a
body-length diaphanous scarf?”

“Dream on!”




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Sunday, June 15, 2014

 

Before Her Time


Lara

beat the social media craze. Long before Facebook
and LinkedIn, she handled a network of about two dozen.

And she told each her secret.

Extracting the promise not to tell another!

Would you believe that promise kept?

Flies against the odds.

Thus she, at eighteen, was spared ugly and brutish and
sarcastic and vicious gossip.

This last from women.

What WAS Lara’s secret?

As one of the two dozen, my lips remain sealed.

Sexual in nature?

At eighteen? How could you get such an idea?

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Friday, September 14, 2012

 

On High Manipulation of Facebook Stock Offering


There’s honor among thieves
but not among the wealthy.

They screw each other over
as gleefully as they do
the poor.

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Thursday, May 24, 2012

 

Facebook

bestows its coy splendor on
the stock exchange midst

ballyhoos suitable for a royal
train with spangled elephants.

There ought to be a monument
to the man who invented
neon lights. . . .

There's a boy who really made
something out of nothing.*

*Raymond Chandler

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