Many poems don't
get past solipsism
and self-reference
Less intelligent
is a birth accident, more
stupid is a choice
A team so bad that
rooting against them is both
mean and redundant
The Jedi Return
to Chinatown: "Luke, I'm your
father...and brother."
"Listen, Humans," says
Mother Earth, "I have had just
about all I can take."
The mob is made up
of bad seeds, fed and watered
til they reached full bloom
If this weather
feels good to you, don't
bother repenting
History, culture
mythology, art; so much
human detritus
The Surrealistic Theatre of the Truly Grotesque
proudly presents
Cream
Scene: The dining room of a trattoria at lunch time. Seated at the center table is a middle aged Woman of means, wearing a matronly dress capped by a pillbox hat, mink stole and set of pearls. An exceptionally tall Waiter, in full tails, is servicing a nearby table, his back to the audience. The Woman has a cup of coffee in front of her, puts in two packages of sugar, then reaches over to the pitcher of cream and pours it into the cup.
Woman: (gasping) Waiter! This cream is not fresh! It is clotting on top of the coffee!
Waiter: (turning around to face the audience, revealing a resemblance to Lurch/the Frankenstein monster) Not fresh? Why I cremated it myself this very morning.
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