Sunday, May 15, 2022
Mean Man Marries
his pointed equal--stating
it mildly.
She, then, does worry
as he garners facts
in a game played
to win! Only! Thus,
topping her--though some-
what methodically?
Not a bit of it!
She yells back
against his truly-
learned babble. He
simply…CANNOT…
understand her: his
Proclamation!
Then, in bed, it’s
quick results
or do something else!
(Often involving her
Honda Scooter.)
His few friends pop round
thereupon, telling
him GROW UP!
Lately…worst yet…
occasions arise
whence
he forgets snide.
Sarcasm’s driving
beat coddling
old love ballads
nobody believes.
Yet THEY do! This odd PAIR!
She shades 40 mph later:
Lower Commerce Bypass. He
grips her dearly! gold jersey
twists both their names mid flash-
ing silver dragons on his back.
He calls them Yeks, Nekkie.
Labels: couple, cruel, mean, switch, wit
Saturday, August 01, 2015
Codes and Identity
The Five-Year Plan–-
Mandatory Re-Processing
-Do you mind awfully staying as Hap Z Cranston?
By the time we trace Bert K Ives...!
-But, that’s me! Bert! I’m B--
-Formerly, I'm hoping.
-But, why should...?
-Better PR for us in not again screwing things up,
and amazing advantages for you. Thus, we don't
mix things up with your two sets of papers. And you,
as Hap, have joined the five percent.
-And laid down prodigious bribes thereby?
-Exactly! I can show you five lines of code buried
in there which cuts your processing time two thirds.
Notice, for example, born scarsdale, lower case s.
That skips the proctologist!
-What's he looking for anyway?
-I don't know, but it's mostly darkness.
-Speaking of shit, this democracy is one huge bag
of it, no?
-The present form, yes. Billionaires like you, Hap,
have bought and sold it.
-Is he me presently?
-Unfortunately. Two full days of processing left for
him, as Bert!
-And Me? Now? As Mr Rich Bitch?
-Two HOURS.
-Then back to HIS wife?
-Well, she's busy with tennis and golf pros...
during and après.
-I won't go back there then. How much code
is written in my new papers to advantage me,
and for how long?
-Don't give it a thought. Forever.
-Does he get MY wife?
-Probably.
-She has visions.
-That'll amuse him.
-Oh well! Heaven will be fairer.
-Don't bet on it!
Labels: bribery, bureaucracy, corruption, future, identity, mixup, rich, SNAFU, switch
Saturday, February 08, 2014
Switches, Petty and Profound
Flexibility
The magnetic fields had switched again, and when Mix called
Cliff to tell him he'd be late, his odd boss had answered
the phone “Saludos, Amigos!”
A Skip-Puddle was in the garage instead of his Largesse,
but that would probably be temporary.
When he got home that late evening, Carol had been replaced
by a Janine.
"We don't really know how long this is for, so let's get to bed
and get used to each other," she maintained--had proved
a great fit for all of Carol's clothes before he arrived.
Carol texted him in the little car the next morning. "w/roger
3x man. nvr cmg bk!"
When he got to the plant, it was padlocked.
MOVED TO ULTRA MEXICANO said the sign. "No one allowed in," the guard told him." Mix said just as well: only had some junk and his departed wife's picture. “Not another one gone for good? Alls I get is new ones all the time. No luck. Most of the websites say it's your fault: you're spose to bring flowers and candy even if you don't know who the hell they are!”
He concluded that “All the men anyways is women nowadays.
We should screw ourselfs!"
The tiny car had fortunately morphed into a new Largesse Max2,
and Mix whistled all the way home. Old tunes from the early 3000s.
He hadn't whistled in years, but the all-receiver announced the
magnetic shifts over, and Janine was awesomely sexy. She kept texting him twisted stick figures, which blinked red in the
head-up display.
Labels: future, magnetic, magnetic field, switch
