Wednesday, August 26, 2015
Then
Two Custodians at the High School
-What’s on the stage? Crippled hippies and oldish
men and women.
-Program from History Department. Mr Alkhers.
All of ‘em against Vietnam War way back when.
-Sure don’t look like anybody today!
-Nope. Had guts.
Labels: generation, hippie, history, protest, Vietnam
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Generations
-Look! Enough! We got money; you guys, shit.
But a foggy product that might fetch some. Okay!
Who knows? Let the accountants talk, and we
will again. Right now there’s a pinball tournament
in our loft!
(in cab)
-These scrawny nerds with green teeth are the
new J. P. Morgans. God help us all!
-God bless us every one!
Labels: generation, hardware, Morgan, nerd, software
Tuesday, January 01, 2013
"Divas" Riffing
on Fiscal
Cliff
won’t make
it to
next
generation's
Golden Oldies
list,
though other
ham’n’
eggers'll ram through.
Labels: Diva, Fiscal Cliff, generation, Golden Oldies
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
When one door closes
another opens,
Cal was reassured
by religion and
secular folk-
lore. He purchased house
with many rooms, where
doors constantly slam
due to powerful drafts.
Nothing opens them
unless he does, or wife
Dorothea—who has
told Attorney Gaddings
told Attorney Gaddings
to file for divorce.
In another city, Cal Jr
receives news equally.
As to doors metaphor,
he scoffs, of course.
Labels: door, folklore, generation, generation gap, metaphor, religion
Sunday, November 06, 2011
Village Metaphysics
The mayor wants it preserved. Easy for him to say.
The selectmen say not another penny.
The young persons laugh at it, and the controversy.
They say go ahead and do what you want. It's insignificant.
What's the harm in all the old farts believing in something
that doesn't exist?
The old people scoff that it lives, and we'll all suffer
if we dare to think otherwise.
A referendum may be proposed, which the old would win
since the young, our future, won't be bothered voting.
Now, an incident underlines the seriousness of what
outsiders consider a silly and foolish quarrel.
A gang of drunks watching Monday Night Football at
Chuckie's Chowderhead when lightning flashes
all around and everything goes black.
They stream into the street roaring O please great Wolka,
give us back our signal!
Some duels with garbage cans follow.
The mayor wants it preserved. Easy for him to say.
The selectmen say not another penny.
The young persons laugh at it, and the controversy.
They say go ahead and do what you want. It's insignificant.
What's the harm in all the old farts believing in something
that doesn't exist?
The old people scoff that it lives, and we'll all suffer
if we dare to think otherwise.
A referendum may be proposed, which the old would win
since the young, our future, won't be bothered voting.
Now, an incident underlines the seriousness of what
outsiders consider a silly and foolish quarrel.
A gang of drunks watching Monday Night Football at
Chuckie's Chowderhead when lightning flashes
all around and everything goes black.
They stream into the street roaring O please great Wolka,
give us back our signal!
Some duels with garbage cans follow.
Labels: faith, generation, politics
Thursday, November 03, 2011
137 Jefferson County marriages dissolved
last month due to Sexual Content
beyond them. Aggrieved went
jungle then, meriting X-Ratings
neighbors confer. However, most
Jefferson relishes its G for Gentility,
though youngsters get fractious
moment by seething moment as
adult defenses exhaust everyone.
last month due to Sexual Content
beyond them. Aggrieved went
jungle then, meriting X-Ratings
neighbors confer. However, most
Jefferson relishes its G for Gentility,
though youngsters get fractious
moment by seething moment as
adult defenses exhaust everyone.
Labels: divorce, generation, ratings, x-rating
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Rocco & Billy O’s Kid, the Counterman
-Whattsamatta Uncle Rocco? You look peak-ed. Something in that newspaper?
-Extent of Republican corruption take my breath away!
-I’m just a beginner, but I can’t think Democrats gonna change that much.
-Hey! If only twenty-five percent, that’s terrific!
-I won’t hold my breath.
-Don’t. That’s what the Righty thieves want you to do. I really hafta talk
to you more.
-This is enough! Put it in a video game and I’ll play it.
-My God, has it come to that? Your generation will be totally screwed!
-Hey! We won’t know it. Our eyes glaze over, like, permanently.
-Like an ox!
-Yeah. They get a lot of fuckin’, yes?
As all should, Rocco talks to the generations in South Philadelphia.
-Whattsamatta Uncle Rocco? You look peak-ed. Something in that newspaper?
-Extent of Republican corruption take my breath away!
-I’m just a beginner, but I can’t think Democrats gonna change that much.
-Hey! If only twenty-five percent, that’s terrific!
-I won’t hold my breath.
-Don’t. That’s what the Righty thieves want you to do. I really hafta talk
to you more.
-This is enough! Put it in a video game and I’ll play it.
-My God, has it come to that? Your generation will be totally screwed!
-Hey! We won’t know it. Our eyes glaze over, like, permanently.
-Like an ox!
-Yeah. They get a lot of fuckin’, yes?
As all should, Rocco talks to the generations in South Philadelphia.
Labels: generation, Rocco
