Wednesday, May 03, 2017
Princess is a bookie
Small time. Prins.
She passes on any big action
to her boyfriend, Harnaby.
Harn.
They don't gamble themselves,
except for a very occasional
hunch of Prins. College basketball,
her specialty.
Then he laughingly adds to her bet
and places it in Vegas.
It's a sucker plunge and they know
better, but occasionally pays off!
Whereupon they spend it all on a jaunt
there.
Act like tourists!
Over the years, they've made friends with
Marlesy and Ruth-Ellen, showgirls.
This time in, all have gotten tickets to
a touring Italian Opera Company.
Marlesy later prints out the arias in her own
phonetics, which they sing to each other with
great drama. Even Harn pitches in.
Naturally, the other women are frequently moved
to dance also.
Willowy and graceful, whereas Princess limps.
Labels: bookie, dance, gambling, opera, showgirl, Vegas
Tuesday, December 20, 2016
Reality’s Basic Math
-Will he shake the world, the nation, and, most
importantly, both parties?
-With no center, he’ll throw a couple of bones
to the Democrats. The bulk of his shit, though,
will be the usual Republican 1 percent trickle-
down fantasy that never works, never could
work, never will work!
-As if that mattered! What DOES work for
the -pubs?
-13 l/2 percent of their devious smear!
-That high? And dems?
-61.
-Nonsense! Probably much closer to the initial
figure.
-Tweedle dee, tweedle…?
-Close enough. What’s the real problem with
both, do you suppose?
-Like Vegas mobs, skimming too much off the top.
Labels: Democrat, One Percent, Republican, skim, trickle down, Trump, Vegas
Sunday, October 11, 2015
The Beauty Thing
Her View of Herself
J’s beauty consisted largely of makeup
meticulously applied, and a series of
tricks, some newly learned from Czech spas.
This last fad her girlfriends shared, laughing
over coffee and low cal...well, anything.
The translations proved especially gawky
on youtube.
She refused to let boyfriends see her in the
morning, setting the alarm for five.
The rest of her life consisted in buying clothes.
Her parents disagreed. Mom: so so pretty; Dad:
useless weight on the fuckin earth!
The only crises to move her was physical.
An herbal paste causing a rash along her
shoulders.
Thus, the dermatologist came on her team,
joining the plastic surgeon and others.
Her lips beset. Too thin. Injections made them
ridiculous.
J took vacation time and hid. The lips were gotten
down to large, but not absurd.
Weeks for that! her father fumed. Her mother laughed
a setback but, again, so so pretty.
One day you walk from the frame, and a young woman
takes your place.
With J, she was rather pushed from it. Transferred to
Brazil to help start a new branch, she soon graced
Rio’s beaches. But, lost mid so many younger beauties...
But not in the mind of a man who runs fleets of taxis.
He courts tirelessly, and they elope to Vegas.
In two weeks, she develops a slots problem, but he keeps her
budgeted.
They drop in on the parents before going back to Brazil.
Dad likes anyone hard-working. Mom pronounces so so pretty,
but too young to marry!
Placido doesn’t mind all the time spent on makeup and clothes.
He says she’s beautiful with or without.
He’s considered handsome in a gray-tinged way, but could
care less.
Labels: aging, beauty, beauty work, gambling, makeup, marriage, mature beauty, parents, Vegas
Sunday, February 22, 2015
Consumer Report
Cornhuskers
-Go with the flow! Will you, SOMEtimes, Mark? Everything isn’t like writing a termpaper at Chadron State!
-Well, I still don’t understand why a whore in Vegas
affects my new muffler in Hastings!
-Chitzy at the garage is tight with Otz, the muffler
salesman. He usually just gives him calendars,
ballpoints, do-dads, but his year he really
came through!
-Well, my research shows that Rackell dropped a
lot in the rankings. Too late now, but I would prefer
another brand!
-Put it in the paper, and then, for CRIsakes, hit Vegas yourself!
Labels: car repair, Consumer Reports, muffler, Nebraska, Vegas
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Small-bore
When Nancy and Babs
got back from Vegas, they
hinted at debauchery. Bad
stomachs would have been
closer to the mark, hav-
ing twice ingested mammoth
Two for Ones at the Whammo
Western Steak Emporium.
They finally admitted
to their intimate, Eileen,
of mildest flirtations
with Carlos, the cute
towel boy at the Pool
Bash the hotel threw.
(New bikinis, though, making
them feel bloated throughout.)
At any rate, the village gossips,
once having revved up, lusted
after juicier game than
these two girlscouts. They
demolished a few, but their
leader passed during her last
militant watch. After a year,
the groundskeeper, after des-
pairing of brown splotches
resistant to anything, covered
the grave with astroturf.
Labels: debauchery, gossip, indigestion, Vegas
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Age Reversal
now mosies through
the news. So how
specific would
it be? Suffering
the same humiliations
en route to...where?
Which number? Be as dumb
upon arrival? World will laugh
of course, but that’s the price.
Will new couples of, say,
3-hundred years combined
shoot off to hustling Vegas
to fuck and other-
wise hazard with-
out time in view?
Labels: time reversal, Vegas
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Function of the Seedy
You always need the music hall,
the burlesque & the girls &
the baggy pants comedian with
an erection machine which he
springs with the entrance of
Madame La Voom or similar.
We have Vegas & porno cable
& dvds now. Some raunchy internet.
How all this protects your
dewy daughters I'm not quite sure,
but I guess it might in part.
You always need the music hall,
the burlesque & the girls &
the baggy pants comedian with
an erection machine which he
springs with the entrance of
Madame La Voom or similar.
We have Vegas & porno cable
& dvds now. Some raunchy internet.
How all this protects your
dewy daughters I'm not quite sure,
but I guess it might in part.
Labels: burlesque, pornography, Vegas
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
All You Presently Need To Know About Modern Wall St
Take a Vegas Craps table.
Project thereupon
a spreadsheet.
Put grinners along the rim,
playing with House’s
money.
Take a Vegas Craps table.
Project thereupon
a spreadsheet.
Put grinners along the rim,
playing with House’s
money.
Labels: Vegas, Wall Street, Wall Street Casino
