poem: bubba-lithe
Moammar in his sleek silver travolta
disco ultra sheen,
acquiescent fetch-bubba of the lithe
ruling class:
ring your bells, child
this ain't your mama's
ruling elite, it festers
the gruel right out
from under your feet:
it ain't like you didn't see it
comin'. Give Imelda a call,
see can she give you
some red rubies
get you on home to your
disco Kansas:
this will be the grill
you never wished exposed:
them derricks ain't exactly
toys, boy-toy-grabbin'
artifacts of world-gone-by
hubbalub the rightwing
authenticity of prurient labor,
nab the last bit o'honey
for the sugar-foxes
at the bank - swiss-fried
in all likelihood -
i'd say the quick exit
makes best for keepin
the sheen on your shine,
boogie with respect to the average
fare, it's an inquisition on which
you just might
want to pass: smokey seconds,
stevie's uptight, and you,
bloody amigo, best be
on
yo
way.
disco ultra sheen,
acquiescent fetch-bubba of the lithe
ruling class:
ring your bells, child
this ain't your mama's
ruling elite, it festers
the gruel right out
from under your feet:
it ain't like you didn't see it
comin'. Give Imelda a call,
see can she give you
some red rubies
get you on home to your
disco Kansas:
this will be the grill
you never wished exposed:
them derricks ain't exactly
toys, boy-toy-grabbin'
artifacts of world-gone-by
hubbalub the rightwing
authenticity of prurient labor,
nab the last bit o'honey
for the sugar-foxes
at the bank - swiss-fried
in all likelihood -
i'd say the quick exit
makes best for keepin
the sheen on your shine,
boogie with respect to the average
fare, it's an inquisition on which
you just might
want to pass: smokey seconds,
stevie's uptight, and you,
bloody amigo, best be
on
yo
way.
Labels: passable timbre
6 Comments:
Well this is a happy comment on the news. I love the bubba-lithe who best be on his way. Great poem, bro.
very timely...
loved this: child
this ain't your mama's
ruling elite, it festers
the gruel right out
from under your feet
scary stuff. Every time I think the world has gotten as crazy as it gets... it takes it to a new level.
Off to school - we are making up for the enjoyment of snow days with a Saturday.
Thank you, Teresa. Aside from all the festivities, this one was spurred on by a photo of Moammar I saw recently, quite the dude in his younger days. Had a sly pencil-thin mustache to boot. Couldn't find the photo in the google-surf, que lastima. Had to settle.
Dee: Best kind of rhyme: didn't even notice it until your excerpt. My Saturday condolences to you in the trenches. At least they still give you your Sundays, I hope.
on his way out... and the sooner the better! Here, it looks like he's ready to break out into "Staying Alive" ... maybe that's his hope; personally, Disco Inferno is where he belongs. Anyway, I enjoyed your light-footed take on the events of this last week.
Anno: Certainly from sweeter times for him, eh? What are these folks making of things falling down all around them, I wonder.
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