Wednesday, July 12, 2017
Goes On the Struggle
“Deflower! Despoiler!
Raucous moral pig!”
Thus I confront, afire
with Righteousness.
He laughs. “If I knew
this Heaven such an im-
mense racket, I’da...”
“We’re taking it back!”
“Uh huh? Well you must
excuse me. Still have some
angels to bribe.” And then
the greatest sin!
He giggles! So un-
masculine!
Labels: 'class, angels, behavior, criminal, heaven, heavenly controversy, in Heaven, masculinity, problem, problems
Monday, November 09, 2015
Becoming Decisive
-We're doing Second-Amendment Hamlet.
-How does that work? Or blast?
-Speeds it up. The horny King iced at about the eighth minute.
-And his slut, Ham's mom?
-Spared. Left to Heaven.
-That's Lady Macbeth!
-Same theme. Keep the Woman Interest.
-Speaking of which, the beautiful Ophelia?
-Still goes bananas. I have her wending whackily through the
audience, strewing posies.
-Lovely! but a distraction. Nice 38 on hand, and just one corpse
so far? What a waste!
-Not to fret! Polonious and her brother Laerties then dispatched!
-No loss with the old bullshitter, but wasn’t Laerties a bud? Ham’s
Man-Crush! Or was that Horatio?
-Played the field. Tragic accident anyway. Our scattered hero
aiming at a hare loose at court. After all, we have a tragedy here!
Need senseless elements like life itself. Anyway, you just don’t
let up!
-And when Ham gets it in the duel? Well, who’s left with poisoned
rapier to do it?
-Osric, the flit. And New King!
-HE can’t say Good night, sweet Prince, and flights of angels
sing thee to your rest! Too swishy!
-Rosencrantz and Guilderstern in rock n' roll duet. A totally nice bit!
-With video of the angels wearing NRA jackets?
-Vests, so the wings poke through.
Labels: angels, duel, Good Night sweet Prince, gun control, guns, Hamlet, NRA, Second Amendment
Monday, June 08, 2015
Rushing Sounds
Bit of a follower, I’m afraid. So, I went along with him,
even when disaster loomed.
Just ordinary screwups easy enough to handle: get some
hands in there who knew how to clean things up.
But...the hurt afterwards, and avoidance of him!
AND me. Unfazed, he! “I welcome their hate!”
Well I didn’t, so I started pulling away.
He got married! And she is very nearly worse.
Case in point, the D’Onofrio girl, worried to death
about going to dance with bare shoulders pretty
scarred by acne.
“Can you say Craters of the Moon?” the new wife
slid in. He continued in the same vein, of course:
“I told her not to worry. She’s black enough
to resemble the dark side!”
That was enough even for me, and I laid both of
them out, citing the proverb Fools rush in where
angels fear to tread.
“Pussy angels? Why does that not surprise me?”
“We’re opting for the other place,” adds she.
“Fewer bores!” he laughs.
“Freedom!”
Labels: '"Freedom", angels, boors, follower, Fools rush in, heaven, Hell, Italian, manners, prejudice
