Saturday, January 29, 2011

Men and Women Eating Fruit Salad!

they’re hungry
they look hungry
they-- they--
they’re too happy I get concerned.
they-- they--
they attract the attention
they just pose
they just act
they just-- they just.
Some black ones.
Some pregnant ones.
Some balding ones.
they just--- look hungry.
Don’t get me wrong here I’m not talking about little African babies.
Though precious children, Bless our hearts, are very hungry.
But they-- oh, they’re fake.
they-- they--
they exploit it.
they’re hungry.
Sure they snack on the red raspberries and the haughty honeydew and the illustrious orange and the occasional kiwi and, and the purple spheres plopping into their pieholes like a proud and profound Roman.
they’re hungry.
they’re hungry for the green fruit that grows with their ego.
they are full of food but they still need something more.
they live in small populations. yet,
they feed the most. And forget about sharing.
they keep it all for themselves.
they try to drink from the watering hole like the rest of us, but a little gleaming tear of the common man’s drink trickles down they’re face.
they don’t think we notice.
but we do.
we know they look hungry.
they are hungry.

what are the odds_

what are the odds
what are the odds
of wearing a straw hat
what are the odds
of skinning a single cat
what are the odds
of winning the lottery
what are the odds
or a barn made of pottery
but before you answer
contemplate occupations
teacher, fire man, bell boy, dancer
or the general of the league of nations
there seems to be a common theme
maybe statistics needs to blow off some steam
probability burning hot as an ember
gamblers--t hey play the game to win the bread
but remember
nobody wears goddamn hay on their head.

Exhibit A: Douchebag