Personally, I like the idea of ‘Electoral Frottage’. Ya know, the “non-penatrative sex” kind. It’s a good metaphor about our national politics. I sort of feel like that from time to time – as if I were the victim of some kind of fully clothed sexual/political assault. Oh, I’m sorry – a ’survivor’. Well, so far…
(I removed the photos -BRP Jan ‘09)
Look! We have topical haiku madness! Surreal, sublime and scatalogical. Mm mm, good.
Don’t besmirch the hat
I’m the vice-president of you
Pork pie politics
Blue boxes open
Satan’s puppies want a home
In downtown L.A.
Beer is amazing!
The balm that soothes memory
Bite the hand that feeds
Feed the dog that bites
Bite the dog that pees on you
John Holmes saves the day
Penis twice a day
Makes the doctor stay away
My pancreas hurts
I sure do not know
Why the way you did it is
The eye of the tiger
And we’re done. I don’t know why, but “pork pie politics” is too damned funny. Maybe it’s because of the power of my own hat. Hey! You know what? You should leave a comment, even if it’s just to insult my hat, or whatever. And that is my desperate plea for attention for the day. Cheers!
-BRP
Anybody what insults the hat gotta answer to me, dammit.
I’m digging the eye of the tiger one, myself.
I’m glad you’ve got the hat’s, uh, back.
The first one is my favorite, just because of the middle line.