Sunday, October 22, 2017
Once “Famous”
Generally, he wanted to be left alone, but
when dying, the adult children started
paying attention.
Some of these in media, and they
talked around.
Soon TV grabbed it, making
buses come.
He was repeatedly asked for wisdom.
Shrugged and muttered.
Commentators revealed what he meant.
Enough being enough, hired a proxy.
Tricky, since he felt that man also must be
near death etc.
They have lunch weekly, looking like
decayed brothers.
Laugh at pseudo philosophy proxy slings.
Labels: death, dying, exploitation, fame, media, proxy, TV, wisdom, wisdom of elders
Thursday, June 30, 2016
The Dying Man
tired of the etiquette
of Death.
Family huddled round
his bed,
and, a fractious bunch,
quarreled. At least
the males.
Hired a stand-in
over the internet,
competent old
actor
who did the expiring
bit with some
aplomb.
The women who shushed
the angry men away
were emotionally
taken
by this being who
had the verve and wit
the real passer lacked.
As Fate
would have it, actor croaked!
No living relatives, so
the primary leaving
man had
him buried as
himself.
Now in the interior room
of the wreck of
the house
how he
watches Jeopardy
in peace!
Panasonic painting
an oddly leer-
ing face.
Labels: actor, death, dying, etiquette of death, Family, fractious family, Jeopardy, proxy
Tuesday, May 05, 2015
The Proxy
A little used device, but when I was offered
a deal to stand in as a proxy in a white collar
trial, I accepted.
That way, Mr________used the time to keep his
swindling ways going.
My lawyer instructed me to always appear
attentive, which is more than I can say for
the jury. Each took turns snoozing.
Judge Buchanan looked disgusted! At them,
at me, at the evidence, and at my lawyer’s
inane twisting of it.
The trial dragged on. No sweat: I’m paid by the day.
In the seventeenth day, I found out why he was
called Crazy Bucky.
He dismissed the jury and declared my heinous crimes
merited Capital Punishment.
Whereupon, he declared me guilty, and scheduled
sentencing the following day.
Naturally I pled proxy then, the wrong guy, etc.
“You’re the only defendant we’ve got presently.”
But the lawyer and I begged successfully for an
additional day.
“Oh all right! I’ll play golf instead!”
“You’re in deep shit!” cried the lawyer when the
judge blackly fled. "Your only hope is that something
happens to the nut!”
I lacked such power. I thought. But in my dream
that night I saw Crazy Bucky shoot from his limo in
the garage, rushing to a small toilet for the
attendants. He expired in that mean place,
on its mean throne.
Actually.
In a week the governor’s limo dropped that August
Personage at my apartment.
He brought a signed pardon. Which operated for
me and the real crook.
Be that as it may, the governor hoped I’d use my
power for the good of the Commonwealth, and
gave me a dedicated phone, where bureaucrats
could call me.
A wonderful antique, red with a rotary dial, and
salvaged from a torn-down firehouse. A wall job.
Quite the bright spot in my sparse apartment.
No one, of course, calls.
Labels: irrational judge, justice system, pardon, proxy, trial
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Buying Benefits
CEO and Doctor
-For years you told me I had to move this bloat around
or die.
-Not any more. A surrogate can do it, and we extract the
benefits to inject into you twice weekly.
-Who and what?
-Young Jenkins, runs ten miles thrice weekly and fifteen hard
ones on the weekend.
-Whew! How long can...?
-He'll be able to do three years and then into rehab.
-Really wastes him? The treatment?
-Does it!
-Well it's a far far better thing he does...
-Uh huh? Then we'll be off to another Jenkins.
-They're rewarded, of course.
-Within limits.
Labels: benefits, benefits of exercise, CEO, exercise, proxy, rich
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
The True Believer
cannot stomach
contrary lummoxes.
Their Song-and-Dance
Proxies' inane patter
shakes loose toxins
to the general air,
causing dysentery.
Labels: opinion, proxy, toxic, true believer
