Friday, June 15, 2018

 

Sister and Man


-I can only help you with
First-String Women.


-All boney ones?


-Afraid so, and proudly!


-Looking for some flesh.


-We’re emphatically not! Disgusting!


-Why would anybody desire such
a pukey body?


-We do! And by lengths unknown by you
except in cheering football!


-Modern slavery dictated by a stable
of Andres. Andre T. or T. Andre etc.
All the same! Woman haters!


-They love and wish to BE us!


-Have you ever answered them?

-Too busy making sure our weirdo
physiology doesn’t gain weight
from the very air!


-What’s the difference? Your life is
not worth living!


-Watch TV. We Climb Mountains
and make up our faces mid gurus
and icy snow!


-Why there?


-In that atmosphere we stink less.

Labels: , , , , , ,


Saturday, April 11, 2015

 

The Next Gallic War


French banning super-
skinny models, thus

partially unboning
the absurd sashay

of anorexics, a walk both
angular and sweep-
ing to flaunt

Monsieur's rags with
attitudes of gangsters.

All the rage!
Turn the page?

I don't know, there's, too, toy-
ing with someone's living...
though resembling boys.

Snaps Marcel Floatloafers:
“Shall I foist plump
farm girls with flushed
cheeks and giggles then?”

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!

Labels: , , , , , ,


Wednesday, April 08, 2015

 

Crisis


On a middling Summer morning the capital awoke to find
a puddle of chocolate covering the valley to a one-inch depth.

People went a little crazy with spoons and cups and bowls.

Governor Retz ordered out the full state police, but few
enforcement problems presenting themselves, they joined in!

The national press hit on “Frenzy!” but they would use words like
that to ridicule us. Hicks, mid the greasy “Sophistication” of the
rest of the country.

All the chocolate was gone by the end of the day. Eaten on the
spot or stored.

The speculation began. A joke by a billionaire? Somehow...
naturally occurring? What?

Never been answered.

Fortunately remnants of Hurricane Esther-Ann sped through and
thrashed the odors away.

They, alone, had made many people sick.

After that, Hacks Loney of The Morning Drive ran the best retrospective. Awfully hard, though, on Chef Dupierre of the Excelsior Spa and Casino. 


Chocolate Bacon and Eggs drawing his sustained rancor.

"And even anorexics acquired tiny pot bellies," he did go on, "a sure sign they fell off their boney-ass wagon!"

Again, the rest of the nation decries his vulgarity, but they’re fairies.

Labels: , , , , ,


Saturday, July 11, 2009

 

Name the Anorexic

For baseball caps
don’t detract

from absorbed
faces.

Labels:


This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?