Wednesday, March 30, 2022
KEEP OFF THE GRASS!
Signs, then. Beats, we
smoked on with
a vengeance!
Showing THAT shit-world
what we thought of it! High
fuckin sentiments! Truly!
You think?
We proved Morons in the end but never mind.
Labels: beats, class, grass, hippies, marijuana, rebellion
Friday, March 30, 2018
The man who decided to do it anyway
regardless
of us,
who had gotten,
you see,
his Irish up.
He won’t change
for hottest spite
these
banging
years.
Though outward signs
of Yankee normality
prevail, dreams rip
our usual hands,
but not his.
And he laughs.
A fair disaster
and so he laughs!
Like life’s
a sale where
you buy your
own wind.Labels: conformity, Irish, peer pressure, peers, rebellion, stubborn
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
The Man Who Avoided the Plague
of Social Rituals
married his long-trying girlfriend
via the mayor of Seaside Heights.
No damn hoo dee do dah
huge WEDDING
with all its bs works!
Mayor’s hag insisted on a piece
of week-old cake,
by way of
celebration!
Gagged him!
Labels: anti-ritual, celebration, civil ceremony, rebel, rebellion, social ritual, wedding
Thursday, September 08, 2016
On the Academy Ramparts
We meet after a year.
-Gotten nowhere. Time to protest anew?
-Is this a cabal?
-As in Cabal TV?
Professor Deitz stopped things, then, by
forgetting which side he had been on.
But Associate Professor Mimsy Borogroves
opined “What’s the difference, Doctor Genius?
So long as we choose the righteous one now!”
Labels: academics, cabal, college, professor, protest, rebellion, university
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
No Man Is An Island?
The Wave
Ernst could take it no longer!
Wages cut in half and all vacation
time cancelled.
Time to speak out! He was a bit
of a parliamentarian, and found
the obscure provision in the
Employee Handbook that enabled
a single worker to call a meeting.
Couldn’t leave anything to chance,
of course, so phoned all he could
to get promises of support, and
hear the individual grievances he
could get expressed at the right
moment.
The Board sent the CEO, first occasion
he was actually caught working.
Ernst rose, and swayed, and began speaking.
The whole surrounding audience seemed
to leap chromatically.
But he calmed down to deliver his prepared
remarks, mostly to the effect that too
many rights had been viciously stripped!
There were places where he invited other
comments. There were none.
“So it seems,” CEO laughed, alone on the stage,
“that we have a Revolution of One!”
The audience around Ernst joined the laughter
as if their life depended on it.
Then abruptly stopped as the CEO hissed:
“And in this time of serverest danger to
The Nation!”
Ernst’s test then was not to look ashamed.
Not a hint! as he finished strongly to
vast, vast silence. Can silence groan?
When he was alone in his cubicle, with
just the guard helping him gather his
things, individuals dropped by to tell him
why they couldn’t risk...etc etc.
Only Broadwell told the truth. “I didn’t help
because I'm a coward. I watched that
squealing little pisser berate you and
did nothing!”
The guard informed the crying man: “Enough!”
One woman allowed in, and she imparted
that all the women thought of it as just
another male folly.
Ernst went to his car escorted by the
guard carrying the box.
A bicycle stood there, a long legal notice
taped thereon.
The guard helped him secure the box to the
handlebars with the tape, and Ernst shoved
the notice down his shirt.
The bike proved to have an eccentric front
wheel, delighting everyone in the town
who saw him. Most waved.
Labels: Capitalism, CEO, employee meeting, firing, rebellion, stacked deck, vacation, wages, workers' rights, workplace
Friday, September 04, 2015
The Cause
Then I opened the package.
Two Hershey Bars beautifully
wrapped in Christmas paper.
"You trying to bribe me?" I phoned.
He laughed. "In a way, yes."
I congratulated him for having a
girlfriend, since there's no way he
wrapped them. And added the tiny
bows. I rolled one between finger
and thumb.
“Is this a secure phone?”
“The securist!” whispered I.
“Okay, if you could help in the Northern...
our surveys indicate they still like you there.”
“Must be the only place. The South harbors
forever acid.”
“Never mind them! They take their one square
of chocolate a week, and thank me effusively.”
“But the North has armed?”
“HAVE they! Even to Grandmas!”
“Then be a hero! Make it one square a DAY!”
“My Party'll throw me out! The one a week
is established law! They'll scream chaos!”
“I'll call Wahnzo Cotzy and other radio and
TV personalities up there, and suggest the
new rationing. And you'll go along with it
while begging grandma to shove her Glock
back in the knitting bag.”
“Give them the exceptionalism spiel too?”
“Go for it! I do half believe it still. So that,
and the wisdom of stepping away from bloodshed.
But it's hardly admirable that we limit
a product the rest of the world can get
as much as they want of.”
“I voted for you once. Despite the grammar.”
“And I'll for you again, if you defuse the
Chocolate Rebels.”
Labels: chocolate, ex-President, President, rationing, rebellion
Friday, November 28, 2014
Seeing Eye to Eye. Not.
-Hey! That’s me! Rebel without a cause!
-More like without a clue.
-You’re from the impotent humor section
of the family.
-You came in here and tried to destroy
our little institutions, with nothing to
take their place.
-Like what?
-Marriage.
-A bourgeois idiocy prompting a drunken orgy
of gluttony!
-What’s better?
-Anything!
-People devise things over centuries.
-The more reason to rip them out!
-We’re not getting anywhere.
-Who made that a goal?
Labels: custom, Family, marriage, rebel, Rebel Without a Cause, rebellion
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Lady Astor's Begonias
Messaging
-She peed on Lady Astor’s begonias.
-That took special effort. Why not just the grass alongside?
-A message pee!
-Besides, it’s not Lady Astor, is it?
-We’ve always called her that as a joke. But she’s mega rich too.
-How about Pee-girl’s partner in crime?
-He punched the officer responding.
-Nice people in this town.
-Can’t get work! Lady Astor’s club has clamped down on hiring.
-Do they have reasons?
-Yeah. Chief of which they don’t give a shit!
Labels: crime, rebellion, scorn, unemployment, wealth
Sunday, February 06, 2011
The Church Performed
a surgical liturgical
and most followers
towed the line,
but rebellion flowered
in verbal Europe.
In America, guns
necessitated their use.
After, though, the seventh
skirmish, a truce
was sealed, embodied in
a new Article of Faith
mandating the holding
of opposite truths at once.
This combined with a memorial
service highlighting famous
musical groups.
Dead-enders unfortunately persisted,
heaping scabrous satire on believers.
Their leading blogger was assassinated
but his wife continued the blog,
adding recipes.
Her fried chicken especially
celestial.
a surgical liturgical
and most followers
towed the line,
but rebellion flowered
in verbal Europe.
In America, guns
necessitated their use.
After, though, the seventh
skirmish, a truce
was sealed, embodied in
a new Article of Faith
mandating the holding
of opposite truths at once.
This combined with a memorial
service highlighting famous
musical groups.
Dead-enders unfortunately persisted,
heaping scabrous satire on believers.
Their leading blogger was assassinated
but his wife continued the blog,
adding recipes.
Her fried chicken especially
celestial.
Labels: liturgy, rebellion, religion
Sunday, August 15, 2010
The Academy Stamps You
talented! So, do as the other
boys and girls there and wait
out a dainty career. But let
you affect rebel in some
toying, inconsequential
aspect of technique then
critics pile on full
throated, and confreres
tut tut. Best to fess up to
goofy missteps, writhing
away from pincers.
Labels: academy, art, critics, experimentation, rebellion
Saturday, February 28, 2009
My Dear Fellow Citizen
Your rebellion has been impressive. We have fought
each other to a stalemate.
Your forces recently killed an entire grammar school
class visiting the national museum.
I understand the symbolic gesture involved. And even
against the national outrage, I offer complete amnesty
for this act and all others, if you come to the negotiating
table.
I await your answer. We must cooperate for the good
of the nation.
Your rebellion has been impressive. We have fought
each other to a stalemate.
Your forces recently killed an entire grammar school
class visiting the national museum.
I understand the symbolic gesture involved. And even
against the national outrage, I offer complete amnesty
for this act and all others, if you come to the negotiating
table.
I await your answer. We must cooperate for the good
of the nation.
Labels: rebellion
