Fictions of my mind; snippets, vignettes, and other bite-sized morsels and musings. Perhaps you'll spy someone you can relate to here?
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Rebel (Primal) Yell
Sure you right, We like to
talk the smack around here,
long as no one returns the favor;
a double standard is twice as good.
We wanna have our Moon Pie
and eat it too,
Pretend to be sweet, but
when you leave shout 'Jiggaboo.'
We'll engage in criminal activity
worse than those we condemn,
but it's all good
long as you smile and add "Amen!"
We pick and we choose,
we pick and we grin,
there t'ain't never wrong-doing
so long as you pretend.
(And we know how
to keep our mouths
pure-deluxe shut about it,
by God!)
Plastic dashboard whitebread Jesus,
painted plaster lawn jockeys,
American flags made in Japan,
Confederate flag vanity plate.
Illegal fireworks flaring, blaring,
food scrap yard-depositories,
littering as a pass-time,
every piece of trash is treasure.
Let someone else
clean up my mess,
I'm busy ignoring it
cuz I don't like duress.
Shamelessness is a full-time job;
self-control and self-respect
merely afterthoughts or
character defect.
'Southern pride' is
wiping your ass with reality,
and then complaining
that it showed up looking shitty.
We'll cut a deal in every
venue and medium--
except truth;
(there's not rightly a profit innit.)
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