Sunday, June 10, 2018
The Reason Why
The Surreal Responses of Childhood
Cocktail, Ginger Ale
Ten Cents a glass.
If you don’t like it,
you can shove it up your
Ask me no questions
I’ll tell you no lies!
If you get hit
with a pail of shit,
be sure to close your eyes!
(Or our more direct neighborhood variant--Starr and Winchester, New Haven--for most games, especially Jump-rope ones.)
Cuz I got hit
with a pail of shit,
and that’s the reason why!
Labels: children's games, children's rhymes, neighborhood, surrealism
Wednesday, October 19, 2016
Rutabagas Are Constant Numbers
-This saying what you please
when you please didn’t
start with Trump.
-Chaos!
-It has always announced
that it’s all a joke anyway,
so? What’s the difference?
-Life is Trash TV where nothing
connects? Nihilism up the bung hole!
-My first wife is the sick benchmark!
-But you escaped her sane!
-Rutabagas Are Constant Numbers
Labels: chaos, Nihilism, reality show, surrealism, Trump, TV
