Wednesday, May 02, 2018
Reading “Poem of the Day”
on my toilet tablet
Terse verse
the worst!
Next to length-
y-dense that is
(Nature, to some
in this latter case,
more footnote than
text.) At any rate,
all affects character
text.) At any rate,
all affects character
of crap. As in much of
turgid existence,
you seek a rhythm.
Often it’s one
and done.
That’s the best. A Wrap!
The rest dancing with
disinterested lass
what brung yuh
to this pass.
Labels: bowel, constipation, poetry, reading, rhythm
Saturday, October 29, 2016
Loud Harp
or Inner Travail of the Outspoken
The man who did what he could
died mildly.
In a shocker, the Catholics
gave him a spiffy funeral mass.
A last-minute convert, and his wife
contributed a badminton court to
the priests.
Friend, Denholm O’Toole, or Den-O,
spat that “They’ll chase a cock, this time
feathered.”
He was through with the corrupt Church!
Throw him into the ground when his
time came!
But wife Ginger wouldn't allow it.
Swartzy's wife, Ruth, had offered him their
Temple over the phone before Ginger's strict
ecclesiastical pronouncement. Lightheartedly!
Den-O just coming off a torsion bowel week
at home, nurse Ginger applying Irish Granny
treatments mostly.
Anyway, Ruth undeniably beautiful.
"A thing of beauty is a Jew forever!" he later
shouts to Ginger, earning an extra weekend
of renewed bowel wrench from the Hebrew God.
He's back at work. Fishbelly white. Looking saintly.
Labels: beauty, bowel, Church, Irish, Jewish, priests, rebel, Temple
Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Awaiting the Bowel Imagery
-That Crimson T-Shirt Look ain’t cutting it on
my Gramps.
-Angry red on an Angry White? What message?
-Looks like a flaming brick, and the text: Her! AWP!
-And the awful Her in question?
-Darlene Smitts, Dem candidate for Congress.
-Okay then, so, and I’m guessing: Block her?
-Bingo!
-And...AWP?
-Any Way Possible.
-Who came up with...?”
-Limbaugh and Hannity–-a co-production.
-Funded by Koch Brothers?
-What else?
-All for a local-yokel seat?
-No such thing in the New World of Cruelty Absolute!
-Can you say that in French?
-I’d prefer not to.
-Oh well, so what? Your Gramps can’t jerk off anymore,
so he’s got the Republicans.
-They got him. It’s pitiful.
-How about poor Grandma?
-Golf.
-More of a masochist she!
-Anyway, not just high-minded idiocy, because that same
Democrat Gal used to live next door to them.
-Uh huh? Displaying sarcastic scorn at that point in time?
-She and girlfriends with helicopter sounds. And silent-swooping
drone entertainment programs...sort of circular, arms extended.
Pretty in moonlight I must say! I recommend girl-giggles at
midnight to the sourest hater.
-Uh huh? Well, they had their fun, and now must deal with the revenge forthcoming from the Right-Certifiable!
-Can YOU make helicopter sounds?
-Of course but I...
-prefer not to. You must ENGAGE! In order to engage in political
life in Asylum-America!
-Well, anyway, God just can’t keep shedding his grace on the
Righteous Right. Too many murders ensue.
-Oh yeah? Well HE, and THEY, invite YOU to blow it out your ASS!
-All this way without one bowel image, and now this!
Labels: bowel, Congress, Democrat, drone, election, Hannity, helicopter, Idiot Right, Koch Brothers, Limbaugh
