Ode to The Grand Adjustment,
and the way that it hikes up its skirt
and wants to make baby upon baby
in the suburbs down the street from
the missile factory. The hot-dog plant
that my father was a hot-dog at is
not so hot anymore, and in fact
there was a rave there last weekend
proving that the janitors have all been fired,
and that the rats have taken up new-age-disco,
and hired themselves a DJ from Cincinnati
with more piercings in his face than an
ionized cave magnet, he is white, but has a
degree in African American studies
he is paving the way to a new tomorrow
on jew-jew-bees and ecstasy laxatives.
We are all so hip at the reality tv show Olympics...
Everyone is there being SO realistic
that the stripper from Pittsburgh
ate my penis from a required distance,
and the mimes are in agreement
as the roach coach delivers, and
the people are all-a-chitter on the curb
outside the studios on Gower. The
power is in The Grand Adjustment;
As it takes place right before your eyes,
and you let it, and super size, while the boys
with the backward baseball caps in the
black BMW's show up, and tell me about
how the gold cow is no longer so gold, but in
fact, it's now stuffed full of saline, see through
(but only if you can afford prime time glasses),
and thoroughly ready to milk you back. I
track the world and its villains with my
Captain Crunch decoder kit to America, but
it is too late, The Grand Adjustment does not
wait, for you, it makes you wait on it in the
haze of self improvement and magazine
sales, commercials, and pails of diet pop
that can be heard 'a fizz' all the way to Uranus
Lazy well dressed lemmings, and their lemon girls,
with the Angelina Jolie tattoos on their lower backs
whip out cell-phones, and start to flash pictures, and
dish out Barry Mannilow jingles -- make bad movies
of what it's like to wait in line to be seen in
line while dreaming in line after line of fine
useless memorabilia and cultural genocide
If I wasn't the Devil's son, I would warn you,
but since I JUST can't wait for my turn to
flame-cock your holes into a fine pilfered
powder, perhaps I'll just gently tap you
on your backs with my raped-nun
wand dipped in monkey spunk, and old
curry, and say "hallelujah, welcome to The
Grand Adjustment, you won't feel a
thing... You're brains have long rusted".
Oh lemming, oh lemming, look at you jump
I bet you never thought, in life, you'd get
to be so plump -- Oh lemming, oh lemming
enjoy your selfish trance; we will soon see
how well you do an underwater dance.
Author notes
Written August 12th, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Subtle, Biting Cynicism by mango peachie.
337 points, ended December 5, 2004, 10 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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This is an interesting piece. I have not read anything of this nature before. It is well-written and I thank you for your entry. Best wishes.
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a cornucopia of plums
Lol, good one! ASL? -
NO
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Are you sure you read this? Because I can assure
you I am neither horny nor joyfull. -
Interesting play on words but the jew jew bee was an unneeded blow below the belt. Except for a few periods and commas this read as a long run on sentence and I'm exhausted.
Desiree -
Wow, uh, wow...I agree with mizzsarbear, artistic...uh...joyful even, but ya keep doin what your doin you horny dude you, ppl are lovin it!
~JoEe~ -
Thank you William, what a charming young man you are.
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A rant from horus8! I can now sleep at night. Very workmanlike, sir. Dandy as ever.
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And I'M NUDE!!!!
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Quality
Reality tv is such a crock, I never could see the fascination with it. You said a mouthful here, taste like the bile-y regurgitation of all the crap we’re constantly being force fed. Where can I get me one of those cap’n crunch decoders?
an.d -
Hey I like the poem!!! You have a very artistic mind!!!
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Good one.
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And then the farmer said, what fish, so I told him, the fish that went off the other day, and he said yes right, I remember. But I knew he did not. I could see it in his french fries.
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This was one of the better poems I have read for a long time. I like the line the hot-dog plant that my father was a hot-dog at is no longer so hot anymore.
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enjoy! and mind the dustcarts they are out in force tonight especially where crustaceans are involved, nun-wand breath
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Pleasant... Excuse me my Cornish hens are done.
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so anyway whats the weather like where you are at the moment. its raining here one day and then boiling hot the next day and then raining again the day after and then boiling hot the next day and then raining , boiling hot, raining boiling hot raining boiling hot raining boiling hot raining boiling hot ,,,,,,,.
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