Wednesday, August 30, 2017
Metamorphosis,
Sorta
Glenn and Dotsy outraged us.
Their shtick.
But some was genuine.
"We want to shake you
to the shallow depths
of your bourgeois souls!"
Then they married and muted
their trumpet.
Now they warn of Neeee-groes
and Spicky-Spick-Illegals oh my!
Follow Trump, and warn us that
we must face down the traitors and
Pansy Liberals and mollycoddle
Republicans populating the
Swamp!
Oh mys!
Labels: bourgeois, liberal, outrage, rebels, Republican, shtick, swamp, traitor
Sunday, March 01, 2015
The Woman Who Wouldn't
Please don't impute sex im-
mediately. Came out diffident
in everything. Steady, not ex-
perimental, in dull truth.
As an example, when two-
toned sneakers attacked
the village, she eschewed
chartreuse/orange for a few
pairs of firesale black.
In similar vein, when a brother-
sister gifted her a Jill Karby
Blouse--both having hopes--
she took advantage of their
emphatic glasses, and dearth
of judging size, by wearing it
to bed. Alone and happy! For
emotion exhausted and
embarrassed, and that
was that! In Hollywood Bourgeois,
she meets a Fellow Diffident, they
develop a rattling hate, then, lah-
dee-dah, one paradoxical love-
v-v-v! Some weirdness splits them,
AND, with all looking altogether flat-
ly, grimly pastel...ah!...
Well, she does prove Darker
Art-House, in a new flick so
Swedish-Boring as to supply pain.
Thus now, how truly to get her an
ultimate wiggle on?
Nothing. She’ll go her way.
And die. Like the rest of us.
Labels: boring, bourgeois, diffident, emotion, fad, film, love, sex, Swedish
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Warm Walk
The pair take a walkabout. Mark Reilly
Markie, Libertarian, and Mrs van Iderstein,
as disdainfully upright as she had appeared
on Earth.
"I do so love this place! No rules, all riot!"
exults he.
"But the public defecation mars the aesthetic."
"Hey! When you gotta go...! God tried stopping
it on his last tour, but he's powerless here."
"God is dead?"
"As a door pail."
"That's door nail, I do believe."
"All the petty little bourgeois exactitudes
of speech!"
"Similar to what the Devil says, his hands
all over one!"
"Never misses a beat!"
"But, we must needs route ourselves differently.
The...Aromas!" she sniffs.
"The Smell of Freedom!"
Labels: bourgeois, devil, freedom, God, Hell, Libertarian, rich
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Outre
We relish our "strange" friends
as they point up the bourgeois
absurdities. The accepted cliche then
is they marry and the babies come
and they become their timid parents.
But some stick to their humor anyway,
our beacons through a world
of cloying shit.
Labels: bourgeois, friendship
