Saturday, November 24, 2018
The Rural Wit
so quick in skewer-
ing women n’all
other spicks! Though
Global Warmists
horse-laughed each
and every freezing day!--
getting them even hotter.
Yo! Lots of cases
everywhere must
show us how
our Rural Wit is just
The Cat’s Meow!
Labels: country humor, country vs city, ethnic, Global Warming, rural, satire, wit, women
Saturday, February 24, 2018
Reality
-I read your last interview.
Please allow a temperate boo.
-I’m kinda forced to be the way I am.
-You mean similar to being the way you were forced to back when?
-Different ways, but, yes.
-Whatever happened to
I am the Captain of my Ship,
and the Master of my Soul! ?
-That’s Literature.
-Can’t life be Literature?
-Satire, yes.
Labels: fame, Literature, satire
Monday, September 26, 2016
Hillbilly Mirror
-The van Iderstines still embark on The Sunday Drive!
-Actual Bentley?
-The same!
-And our task?
-To Hillbilly Mirror them. We got an old Chevvy
pickup we bashed real good. And overalls and trashy flannel shirts from Salvation Army.
-Thus ridicule the Upper CLAHHHHS! Love it! But to what end?
-A gradual one. Who wants Revolution? All that blood!
-I sure don’t. Holding onto a job and getting the kids to school wears me out!
-But that IS their design. You must begin to transcend for all our sakes!
-Fuck everybody! Double dose to our Bentley duo.
-Let’s seize something tomorrow! Take it over!
-Tomorrow’s not a good day.
Labels: Bentley, class, discontent, revolution, ridicule, satire, timing the revolution
Saturday, June 15, 2013
Generations
Funny Clothes
What you did
and how
old becomes the text
for hysterical satire.
Photos of you in wild-
ly funny clothes now
hop round the net.
(Nothing left in dust-
y boxes anymore.) Plus,
with energy sucked from
the young by their lame
camp, they beg you be
more amply ashamed,
in order to halt that
it’s always you.
Labels: camp, fashion, old, satire
Saturday, March 06, 2010
Prevailing Intellectual Question
of late 20 & now 21 is:
how far to camp it up?
Decency kicks against such,
often viciously.
Dirty people lampooning good-
ness rend the fabric of nation. Hey!
Let them! They’re silly, most laugh.
But True-Righteous, stung, blurt
“String ‘em up!” Thus purchasing
dignity with choking blood.
