Friday, November 09, 2018
The Man Who Got Weak as a Kitten
In New Economy, the Physical-Sociological Team
called in.
called in.
But the women disregarded their astute
advisories, and babied him shamelessly.
Overmuch cooing, actually.
The men were unrelentingly embarrassed.
His wife.
Said.
“Kitten-Tiger! I‘ve had it up to HERE!"
The team reminded her that you marry
for better and for worse.
“Must be fuckin shitload of betters out
there making up for poor pitiful
asshole me!”
The team issued threats against her
language.
Warming all parties except her.
“Paint me Rebel!” screamed she.
“Where went those sweet lispers
of yesteryear?” sighed Dr Bertram
Hollisly-Mehq Diserray.
“Up the fat cook’s ass!”
The Oversight Group judged the
situation out of control, and
called in the Theologians.
Who got lost.
Still.
Labels: bureaucracy, change, Group-Think, psychology, sociology, theology, vulgarity
Wednesday, May 06, 2015
Working Conditions
Oh do not ask what is it?
Let us go and make our visit.
Last straw for Henkle, and he
forbade further allusions at
The Flaming Burger.
Difficult to enforce, since mostly
Lit Grads on the counter.
“Bring back the Sociology Majors!"
he insisted. "All talk and no point,
but at least not fancy!”
Labels: "flipping burgers", college grad, Lit, overqualified, sociology
Thursday, December 06, 2012
“I went for Art, not Sociology.”
Held
in a public place
by collective stink.
by collective stink.
PSYchology
okay,
our motives
shown
for
what they are,
Mount
Olympus
or kitchen
sink.
Painting
and music better,
predisposing
mere tones.
Poetry
best, con-
figuring
text
for whatever.
Labels: art, Music, painting, poetry, psychology, sociology, taste
