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Rosie is
The Great White Oprah
A phenomenon of talk-show mania
Which proves
Americans would rather spend time
With normal, overweight
Fun-loving people
With or without color
Than a bunch of
Anorexic supermodel-gorgeous
Gals and guys without a clue to
What the real world is all about.
A TZ 4U
What is the value of a human life?
In the doing or the being?
In both? or in neither?
What is the value of your human life?
Something to consider
From the Twilight Zone.
Alas, Alack
The poet had such a sad face
Because he took himself so seriously
If only he’d been able to laugh
He might have lived a while longer
Seen things others have never dreamed
Touched places fingers cannot reach
But no, he listened to harping hangers-on
Stiff-necked bailiwicks to prop up the dead
Devil-jesters with pitchfork tongues
Who must believe in jack-box antics
Foolish jabberwock of self-inflicted ego
An ending much too tragic to tolerate levity.
Artist in a Box
I wish I could believe in money.
I wish I could believe in ego.
I wish I could believe in competition, in winning
at all costs.
But I can't. I see too much.
So I guess I'm stuck as a poor, humble, loser of an
artist
Who can't make a living.
Oh well.
Artists don't really catch on until
after they're dead
anyway
And by then, who gives a fig leaf
One way or the other?
Don't You Get It, Rudy G?
Art?
Offended by art?
No no no
Be offended by violence, by ignorance, by greed
But art?
No
Art, you see, is always
Even when it stinks and snarls and bites
A glorious )hideous( act
Of love.
Excuuuuse Me, Mr. Wee
Or: What to Say to That Annoying Co-Worker
His shadow’s too big
It doesn’t fit
You
And yet you wear it like a robe
But the crown is cracked
(Something like Jack’s)
You look into the mirror
See a giant
Not a dwarf
You bat-blind ecto morph.
And now you’re railing at me
That I can’t see
The difference ‘tween an egg that’s golden
And an egg that’s laid
But Humpty wasn’t Dumpty
Till you pushed him off the wall.
Now get offa my palette
Get your butt off my pad
You’ve smeared all the colors
Orange and yellow red and blue
Have all run together
And left nothing but
Yecchhh.
Father Boy
Oh Father Boy, Oh Father Boy
You didn’t see the signs
You didn’t hear a thing did you
Oh Father Boy, my dear
You didn’t see, you didn’t look, you didn’t listen either
You didn’t try to understand
You didn’t take the time
You weren’t a Father, Father Boy, you weren’t a Father, Father.
Oh Father Boy, Father Boy
When a Father has a Boy
To be a Father, Father see
You have to see the Boy
The Boy inside the Father
And the Father in the Boy
But Father Boy, Oh Father Boy
You just didn’t pay attention
For a Boy to be a Father, Father
He cannot be a Father Boy.
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