Monday, November 12, 2018
Friends, Dangers, Compliments
-I remember both sisters.
Pig-Tailed. Mega-Cute.
Irrepressible!
-With Ginger, that’s now
GRRRR-epressible!
-Angry?
-Pope a Catholic?
-He tries. But...uh?...has
she destroyed men?
-Just three up to now.
-And Mari?
-Only partials. Accidents really.
-The two should pool their
resources.
-Strange you should put it
that way! Why I called.
-ME? As sloppy-ass target?
Cut it out!
-IN!
- Crazy! Where’s the challenge?
-They see one. Or just wish
to play.
-Ridiculous! But...I begin shaking.
-Body being a wise man. Babbling next!
-What can I do?
-Smart question. Give them your
Yankee passes for a few nights.
Diversion! Players being as fresh
as you’re Old Shoe!
-They’ll forget?
-UGLY Old Shoe!
-I depend on my historical family then?
-Good move! Proctologists see
prettier daily.
Labels: Fatal Woman, feminine anger, scapegoat, sisters
Friday, April 07, 2017
Not Ever Getting Old
Budgey never objected to his
title of Errand Boy, though
almost forty.
But Mr Delser did. When he
took over, Personal Messenger
bestowed.
It was sensed in the small
company, then, that most of
the teasing should cease:
the standard stuff about
not having a girlfriend etc.
Budgey got famous in New Haven,
though, not for his new title, but
because he was attacked shortly
thereafter by a maniac at Church
and Chapel at High Noon.
Beaten with his leather bag,
then with his Converse sneaker.
In front of an attentive crowd.
Last, this maniac, Nels Nelsomer,
wrestled down jeans and jockeys,
and attempted to ram the sneaker into
rectum.
All the while screaming of Puerto Ricans!
At that point, the police arrived, macing
and clubbing the agitated nut into Catatonia.
Mr Delser ordered Budge to take a week off.
When he returned, all his recipients
sympathized, but after a few weeks began
teasing him on the girlfriend matter again.
Then, a development! When Budgey testified
at a preliminary hearing as the State tried
to avoid a trial and stow Nutty Nils into
a facility for the criminally insane, Defense
produced a blurry tape purportedly showing
Budgey eating at the same Lighthouse Point
hot dog emporium as Nils.
Then by a startling leap of logic: the men
had become acquainted, the whole business
blossoming into a romance, etc.
The assault actually a lover's quarrel!
The State had enough of this nonsense, and
didn't even bother proving that the red
and blue messenger bag shown in fuzzy
closeup belonged to A1 Business Expediters,
and not Budgey.
The attorneys conferred and agreed on Nils
becoming a lifelong guest at the Quinnipiac
Retreat. In the Criminal Wing, but that
did not have to be publicized.
Unfortunately for Budgey, the homosexual
angle stuck, and he was teased about it daily.
Sometimes ingeniously.
As an example:
-Where there’s smoke, there’s fire!
-That’d be mire.
-As in muck and...?
-Wheels within wheels in the preponderance
of Queer Business!
His renewed outrage and affront being
funny always. Never getting old!
The police had asked, by the way, if they
could keep the evidence sneaker for their
museum.
He concurred, dollar entrance fee waived
for him in perpetuity.
Labels: boy, criminal insanity, cruelty, piling on, queer, scapegoat, simple, teasing
Friday, December 16, 2016
Classified
Due to the overwhelming complexity of real problems and their side-effects, including debilitating addictions,
Muslims given preference.
Labels: ad, addiction, classified ad, Muslim, scapegoat, side-effects
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Witnessing Sport
Mark wedged the bitterness
of his favorite team losing
into Reggie. It felt wonderful!
But later, not so much. Thus he
apologized. Half a heart being
better than none.
But didn't she embrace her wound!
Water Works on disparate occasions,
faint once in a stupid line to a "historical"
chick-flick. Women make it stink!
Tides of Llamamour! Holy Christ!
Okay, the team is winning presently,
his love for her almost surpassing it.
And she forgets to be hurt. Cute in
an oversized jersey.
Labels: chick-flick, football, hurt, relationship, scapegoat, Sports, women
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Hanging Out
-TV full of people demonstrating for Gay Marriage,
front of Supreme Court.
-Terrif!
-Tell me, Russel, cuz I wanna know, have
you ever been sexually demeaned in here?
-Not sexually, no. Just in the way we demean each
other in here naturally.
-That’s a democracy!
-Guess so.
-And, outside this boozy lounge?
-Hurt so much so many times, I’ve blocked!
-Too bad. Let’s see, you’re about six-zero.
so...fifty injurious years, give or take..
-Took! About it, for the years.
-Fifty more, home free!
-They count on my dying before that, of course.
-That’s the American way...right after lynching.
But look at all those young people on the TV!
Taking your place, and with more fight!
-Yeah, but after the long struggle, it gets to be
bore-ass. And then fewer and fewer show up!
-Do the Republicans bring in Storm Troopers then?
-Bash a fag for Christ!
-But you don’t give up?
-Of course not. THEY don’t!
Labels: Christian, demeaning, fag, gay, Gay Marriage, lounge, Republican Storm Troopers, scapegoat, Supreme Court, violence
Sunday, October 05, 2014
Goats Roam Sophisticate’s Ranch
The bald man has
a Bad Hair Day.
What's left, spiking
crazily. We thank him
for being
our resident asshole.
Born to that strident
trade the day
he commenced the chrome-
doming process. When
a laugh track
gets requisite,
we’ll switch.
To our ditz-
y blonde, perhaps.
Or fully tap another
even lesser, anent
the usual
gang of idiots.
Labels: "Mad", bald, dumb blonde, scapegoat
