Saturday, December 01, 2018

 

Making the Scene


-I’d like you naked in the window.

-You’ve seen me dozens…

-Not there.

…

-Beautiful! Move the lamp closer.

-Louder! Did you say the lamp?

-CLOSER!

-DONE! WILL YOU RUN THINGS
WHEN MY HUSBAND DIES?

-THAT’S THE PLAN.

-UPWARDS AND ONWARD!

-NEVER SHAVE DOWN THERE.

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Wednesday, August 15, 2018

 

Taking Charge!


-We’ve avoided the Big Question
for too long!


-Which IS?


-How to achieve MASTERY!


-Guys who must confer tying a shoelace.


-We’ll get there if even by mostly accident! And then what?


-Start over!


-Give the young people even more to laugh at? I don’t think so!


-Thus, steady hands on steady ship going exactly nowhere?


-Our Fame consists of Nothing!


-Long may She wave!

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Monday, July 09, 2018

 

Fey-Gay Cooking?



He has packed the small box with his knives and measuring spoons and a few books.


Pops in Producer then.


“Why did you pack? Did I TELL you to?” She seems angry, as if he didn’t wait for her solid final word.


Then she holds up Variety.
FEY GAY COOKING SHOWS REBOUND!


“Might wanna add to that dinky box for a new two-year run!”


Complains to longtime girl bud, Mary Kane, that evening.


Who told him we let others decide!
“Our story!--though got a job again at any rate.”


“Fey? Do you see fey in me?”


“Nope. I see--excuse the expression--masculine. And down-home funny!”


“And gay?”


“One out of two ain’t bad!”


“Am I to show a lot of ballpark food, so I’m not over-poopy-precious?”


“Good! Patent some greasy horror and
get rich! Then fey, not fey? Who gives
a shit? Above the battle so with do-re-me!”


“Never. Sadly, never.”


“Oh well! They tootle, we dance! So WHAT? You’re still yourself!”


“And that’s not much!”


“Your pals gratefully take it!”

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Thursday, March 22, 2018

 

Sighs the attorney



“Thirty days till Blood Week.”


“You have your instructions.”


“Ax the Unholy Seven! Clear enough.”


“Disloyal Incompetents!”


“But I’m feeling repercussions like
the pre-echo on an old LP.”


“Not your worry.”


“Will be if they sue.”


“Honey the exits!”


“Consider it done! But, speaking of
Honey, divorce final in a day!”
“I started breathing again last week.”

“And the other lady packing up.
Bit too slowly. Your termination
clause with her is solid, but her
shyster brother’s a lawyer, so
they still think they can extract
more from The Big Guy.”


“That’s allegedly me. More pounds
of flesh off this fifty year old hide,
and I become the little guy again!”


“Won’t let that happen! Why you
couldn’t afford me then! But...
I’ve got something pleasant for you.
German knockout came over to
marry senior honcho of conglomerate?


But he stroked out and is presently
Babble-o-Rama!


She wants you! Pure and simple.
She read Business Week Profile.


And her deal is no deal. She signs
nothing, nor do you. Has her own
money, believe it or not. At any rate,
she has put my cynicism to the test!”


“Uh huh? I do believe I’ve heard similar
melodies.”


“I quote ‘My desire is to serve him
completely. End of story!’”


“I’ll meet her. Haven’t laughed
recently.”


After two weeks, he cancelled
Blood Week.


Thus Cherchez la femme for
good things too.

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Thursday, March 08, 2018

 

DeClare and The Professor


-Marie Antoinette wisecracked
Let them eat cake! when told
the people had no bread.


-What she actually said was
Cherchez le Kike!


-So that old universal: Blame
the Jew!


-I could get a second PhD on
that anecdote alone!


-Except you made it up! Fake News!


-I did? I ask in all seriousness because
as I get older I can't pick the threads out.


-They get to be the same?


-Maybe I should take a year to de-Bullshit?


-Don’t bother! You can’t begin
to diminish its mighty force!
Rules the Wide World!


-Is it Forever?


-Beyond!

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Monday, February 26, 2018

 

Round of Layoffs


So he must beg to keep his job?


Abject humiliation!


Especially since he must beg you,
his sniveling inferior all these years!


I’ve not sniveled lo these many grimy
timeframes!


And when will you loosen the thumbscrews
on him? Just let him work?


Probably never.


You know? When I speak to someone
like you, I still remember there are
different, decent people in the world!


Where?

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Thursday, November 16, 2017

 

Conversation Without a Date


-Do you have the moral authority
to dismiss me?

-What do I know from MORAL?
I have the Business Authority.

-It's because I'm a Jew!

-That never helps.

-There are LAWS in this country!

-Lovely ones and they sound beautiful!
Like they do everywhere.

-You haven't heard the last of...

-Strange! Because I believe I have.

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Sunday, June 25, 2017

 

Humble Pie,


Sliced Thrice

-Famed in song and story!

-For your humility.

-I blush!

-Don't! Others set the table,
and you moved the plates and
cutlery around.

-Looking pleasant.

-Or faking it.

-Skip the humble in the next life?

-Wouldn't hurt to blow your own
horn once in a while.

-What, blow? Just the merest tootle!

-Let us know you're human.

-So I should have balanced off...?

-Couldn't help yourself!

-Too much power in humility!

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Sunday, April 09, 2017

 

The Meaning of Something


Mr Nevers was perfectly nice.

-Well! Then! Is it A or B?

Jordan was sure of A, and
Louisa pretended to be.

But she couldn’t keep it up.
-We need more time!

So, Nevers suggested a fifteen
minute break.

Whereupon Louisa brought out
the guns previously sheathed.

Outcome?

-I’ll go along with you, and B, if you’ll
just shut up!


Thus Jordan worn down. Another of
her little victories.

When the conversation resumed
with Nevers, the smiling man
accepted B, but mentioned that
the computer had suggested C
and that he, himself, was confident
in D.

Louisa took them all on. No machine
or bureaucrat or husband would
defeat her. End of story.

Except for your opinion. The decision was

1 Right!

2 A disaster!

3 The usual inconclusive mishmash.

4 Forgotten, anyway.




You need more info?


Dodging again?

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Sunday, January 10, 2016

 

Mail Ego


The Plan

Marty asked if the mail had come. “My box empty,
so I can’t be sure.”

Girlfriend Brill snapped while extracting catalogs from
hers: “Self! MY box...my freakin everything! Ask how
to SERVE!”

“I know! I’ll patrol the lobby, day and night! Whenever
the erratic mailman arrives, I’ll know. And knock on
every door!”

That’d be a start, but it’s all too late!” she hissed.

He laughed insanely. Secretly planning Tuesday,
a week: The Kissoff!...his part in rehearsal.

Elevator came. Farewell, Brillo!...nearly.

Exulted deeply he in thought as she pushed the
buttons for their two floors.

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Thursday, March 26, 2015

 

Power and Precision


-How much does it weigh?

-Do you mean here?

-Okay, let's assume in our further discussion
that we're referring to this latitude and longitude,
and not Mars, or Fiji, or Jackson Hole.

-Two-point-two kilos.

-How can your wife stand you?

-Who cares as to her trivial likes and dislikes!

-Ah hah! Sounds like Mr Precision gets Aces
slapped down on his little power-hand.

-Two-point-two kilos.

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Thursday, September 18, 2014

 

Imagery of Structures


-Letzi says she won't be an Aunt Jemima!

-I can hear her. Does she do nothing quietly?

-Her boyfriend puts cotton in his ears, but
takes it out when they do it.

-More than I want to know. But, anyway, she's white.

-Last time I looked.

-So, what's with the Aunt...?

-Burks, in Shipping, is white, but they call him Uncle Tom.

-So this plantation imagery has invaded our fair firm?

-You could put it that way.

-What? If you're inarticulate?...if I read your tone. At any rate,
Max, I wonder if those terms don't fit SOME power structures.
But, not here!

-Nevah!

-Look, you're middle management and I , ahem, upper.

-Just the facts, Man.

-And yet we rib the shit out of each other playing softball.
No class crap here!

-None. Squat. Zip. Zilch. Zer-er-O!

-Right! Example of how things should be!

Mr Ralph leaves, and Heskey, the fresh intern, tells Max

-You're such a freakin Uncle Tom!

-Survival of the Flatter-ist.

-You gwine t’lunch? Ah be.

-Can’t eat with field hands.

-Yeah! Just with House Nig-

-You studying company handbook? If you come up
looking stupid, it’s MY ass gets burnt!

-Must you interrupt?...de-dupt, de-dupt, de-dupt?

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Monday, July 07, 2014

 

Civics Lesson


Two “Representatives”

-Big Maha gonna govern by Executive Order then?

-They never leave without an egregious power grab.

-Fucking the Constitution thereby!

-Instead of waiting their turn.

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Sunday, May 18, 2014

 

The Man Who Forgot Everything


Eventually, as expired Mom had
predicted, his name. Found it,

of course, on bank statements
but enough was enough.

Changed legally to Huggert Dahl.
The women liked the Dahl part
since he was blankly handsome.

And the Huggert gave them excuses
to hug. Darlene, as per her nature,
proved the most passionate.

And the most insistent. They marry.
When friends throw rice, he asks
what that is. Truly,


never mind. Recalls enough for her
to leverage direction. One must, she
feels, in every match.

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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

 

Green Chronicle


Latest edition of his history of the club featured the new
President on the cover, sitting with him on the famous bench
off the first tee.

He couldn't play with him, though. Three others had flown in,
their helicopter landing next to Marine One.

"Not you, of course! Billionaires, not peons!" remarked Assistant
Professional, Bert Sommes. Socialist Bert.

His editor concocted five pages describing the visit, including
the President going into the kitchen to ask Andre to deep fry
a sweet potato. Never happened.

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Sunday, March 30, 2014

 

Got It?


Word prevailed then
among friends:
POWER!

Say your boss constructs
a Hell for you? Only if
you give him the power.

Well, example sucks, since
his is hardly illusory.

Better fit in personal. Your
Significant Other yanks

you around mostly 
because allowed to. So,

couples start seeing
relationships like nations.

Sam&Marianne call many
negotiations&he stands
firm&deaf&sere

&O! what walks round of him presently
can't be wedged within the human sphere.

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Monday, August 05, 2013

 

Safeguards,Disaster



Bright Future

-It's Ecology up the whazoo! We got safeguards
on safeguards. This pipeline is just about perfect!

-Which means it will leak and, one day, explode.
Turning a good part of Nebraska etc black.
New variety of corn, anyone?

-Uh huh? And the poor widdle fishies and birdies?

-Why ask since you don’t care? But go ahead and
Elmer Fudd everything!

-I DO say: Fudd Everything!

-All is trivial!

-Wise! Well, anyway, no filthy mayhem will ever get to
The Lake, where Lindy-Ann and I are to retire toute suite.

-You jettison the mistresses?

-And she the boyfriends. We're prepared to grow up.

-Wow! Giving up all the Power!

-That what this is, huh? Kissing multitudinous ass
equals Power?

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Friday, July 05, 2013

 

Nod to Zombie Craze



Assumption

If you get anywhere in
anything, this person
will push a bet, seeking

outsized influence. So, enough,
you'll be possessed as zombie

for grimmer enterprise.
Best to act then. Murder, if

not off the table. Otherwise,
Siberia in effect.





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Wednesday, October 24, 2012

 
Responsibility

-Like we need more Art History Majors?
“At this time, Picasso lived in the South
of France.”

-And fucked. What else would you do there?

-The party's not concerned with them.
But other, more symbolic, individual parasites.

-Have a nomination?

-There's one  guy, plays tuba, but his repertoire consists of, like, minuets. 

Total asshole!

-Does he pull it off?

-Probably, but that's another topic.
We're talking music. And mincing.

-Hah hah.

-I'm zeroing in on him.

-To what end?

-His.

-Trial?

-We're holding it now. You and I.

-Guilty!

-I'll AK-47 him at foolish rehearsal. Clean through!

-Tuba also? Too bad! Anyway, dying for something that petty! Oh well, I’d 

withdraw my verdict in an important matter.

-Hey, the party has done right by me. I'm returning the favor. Ours not to reason why...or something like that.

-Uh huh? Power corrupts and absolute 

power corrupts absolutely. Heard that one?

-Heard it? I’m enjoying the shit outa it!

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Friday, December 02, 2011

 
What the Big Guy Needs

1) Stay-at-home wife, sugary, quite pretty and witty in
non-threatening ways. As she runs parties etc.
The Ambassador and his wife love her! No exaggeration!

2) Mistress, much involved with hair and nails and him.
Talks celebrity nonsense easy to tune out.

3) Hybrid, tough businesswoman fighting alongside.
Sometimes falls grimly into bed with our hero--as if
shoving down a peculiar MBA problem for the nonce.


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