the earth dies dreaming
as I speak film to an old friend.
the internet's failed me again.
does the same air I breathe
circulate through your lungs
skating rink style?
he's got the birthday cake blues
as an old man honk's away on his clarinet,
this time, Woody style.
speaking in a surreptitious code
I've managed 1pound50 in revenue
from a global corporation appropriately
named: GlobalCorp.
In the mean time, back at the Hall of No Fuss
yet another young artist sells his soul for a role
in the upcoming sticky, kernel in your teeth film
aptly titled: Colonel's Last Stand.
This time he's apologizing up there on the stand,
lonely & alone, for subjecting his peers to a lifetime
of espionage & deceit. It is at this time he decisively
reveals his "other" life, one of a secret agent,
trading secrets of recipes with the so-called:
Spindle of Bad. The S.o.B. is the brain child
of one Merle P. Erstwhile, monocle & all, Merle
has devoted a lifetime of deviled eggs & shedding
cat hair to his empire of evil.
Will our hero succumb to the temptations he's
sure to face playing a bit player in tinsel town?
or, will the S.o.B.'s Erstwhile succeed in stealing
your Grandmother's recipe for corned beef hash?
tune in next time on: the perennial adventures of our hero!
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
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