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bowling for jello

Posted: August 15th, 2007, 5:10 pm
by mnaz
greased up on a kick back, greased along the tracks.
grazing fat on a fundy, and postcards from a rack.
cells of empire a-bubble, a-burst and yet still intact.
the pyramid builders must build; and this time nary a crack.

as the sun smears western skies in grease,
like a big ol' heavenly porterhouse slab, i reflect.
toss a ten to the man and he delivereth product.
toss in fifty and you are his product. or fuel.

corpulent opulence, and the cocksure doth fly.
brisance or resistance, and all thine other lies.
slice open the top and that fat sludges out,
a bit like niagara falls.

Posted: August 15th, 2007, 6:21 pm
by stilltrucking
brisant poem!

Posted: August 15th, 2007, 9:26 pm
by Arcadia
what´s a jello? a hello with a mistaken letra? gelatina (arggghh!) or the Dead Kennedys?
(your poem reminds me how much I hate diets!!)

Posted: August 16th, 2007, 9:33 pm
by mnaz
thx truckin' & Arcadia...

jus' started riffin' one day on the corrupt, rotten bloat of US government; that corporate free for all money suckin' black hole malaise... and before you know it, I was talkin' about big 'ol greasy fat-cat porterhouse steaks and, and.... umm... uuhhh... a burrito sounds good, right about now...

Posted: August 17th, 2007, 7:25 pm
by hester_prynne
Mnaz, I could dance to this one, naked, under a full moon.
It's a spellbreaker man.
really dig it.

H 8)

Posted: August 19th, 2007, 8:52 pm
by mnaz
thanks hesty.

i seem to be into the rhythmy rhymey timey thang lately...

"disposable", more or less, they tell me...

oh well..