by Jolie Blond
Ah, Brother Buk.
Don't be that way.
You, too, are a citizen,
let the other ones play
and fart and belch
and ballywho
and say:
we are the kings and queens
of fools.
I renounced them, too
a long time ago
Brother Boo,
them and their damned world order
so Bukkie, I know
as you knew.
Let them bring their pizza,
pussy
and offers of peace
to your door.
No one's forcing you to buy their crap.
It's windowshopping, my friend,
and nothing more.
You betray yourself,
your secret lonely longing,
in this last stanza.
You don't want to shut the music out.
You want a creepshow extravaganza!
Why else would the music
be frozen in the air,
castrated by the absence
of citizen presence? See?
Fess up, you dirty old drunk.
You need them
and us
and me.
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The vid is hilarious. Revealing. Gotta keep manufacturing the angst, even in the burbs. Pay that mortgage. What's the truth then? If dark and depressive sells, keep it going even if yer life isn't too depressive any more? Keep it goin'. Get worked up in yer dotage when your friends die off and you find that yer dick don't do what it used to do so well? There's always something. Liked your shit too, but it mostly went over my head. Read it twice, and that's all I'll give a poet. Needs a guitar solo, or a chick with a nice rack. Hell I'm an American for Christ's sake. What the hell do you want from a mid 20th century public school boy? Product of the principle of dumb down, certify and ship out. Ok, now I'm rambling pretentiously. See what poetry does to people? Sheesh!
ReplyDeleteCurrently holding Chicks-With-Nice-Racks auditions.
ReplyDeleteSort of an open call, eh?
ReplyDeleteHahaha. You betcha!
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