One Acme Ton’O’Creative Beauty from Grant Snider can be found at Incidental Comics – HERE
I’m not certain, but like yesterday’s post, this might be poetry too.
We live during a time when the rich are richer,
The poor are even poorer,
And the middle class only exists as long as
Its children of all ages can live at home.
What’s that you’re saying, my love?”
Oh-ho, of course!
“Considering the state of things,” you wonder
What are the rich/richer doing?
Do we know?”
“They are spending, child, and encouraging the rest of us,
The poor/poorer and barely existent middle class
To do the same.”
“You mean…us? They want us to spend too?”
“Very well asked, child. And we’re
Listening, my little love
Because how in the name of the holy of holies
Can anyone resist–
An Automatic Pan Stirrer Only $37.950
A Temperature Controlled 6 oz. Smart Cup Just $99.95
An Updated Health & Fitness Tracker Merely $69.95
Another Remixed Beatles Revolver Special Edition
5 CD Boxed Set Almost 50% Off $108.99
And ever so much more–
In a world where the biggest company selling all these goodies
Has announced it’s firing thousands of workers
And another huge company, the one that
Devotes its very being to
Announcing that status of all things,
Already has sent
Thousands of its workers packing?
What a wonderful world, where,
No matter our financial or social status
We all can die clutching so much cool.
Now hush, little baby. You know you can’t
Afford to cry.
…I’m thinking that if I were going to answer, it might go something like this:
Hey, it’s Thanksgiving!
A day that used to mean something!
As Cordelia used to say on the TV series Angel, “Big whoop.”
What? LB is down on Thanksgiving? (as opposed to “down with?”)
Yeppers, I’m afraid that’s so.
Because in a world where disappointment
Is the new normal
And the world’s largest energy source is ill will
This feast appears in my mind as a famine.
All I really want to do is
Go back to bed,
Where I can dream about
…Did my friendly neighborhood health care facility (formerly known as a “hospital”) send me this email notice so I could qvell with pride at having fulfilled my fiduciary duty (with a helluva lotta help from Medicare and my secondary insurance) or because their AI ain’t so I?
This email arrived shortly after a snail mail with the same info. And another email/snail mail paring with an Amount Due that was quite a bit more than zero. What I’m saying is that I’m wondering how much less my bill would be if the billing system was more efficient.
Uh-oh. A reasonably aware writer knows the importance of rereading and editing their work. Looking over this post, it strikes me that my complaint here may be entirely full of shit. It’s entirely
possible probable that if I wasn’t inundated with info like this I’d bitch about not being kept up to date on my standing with the health-care-powers-that-be.
As the beautiful woman to whom I just read what I’ve written so far points out, “All things considered, you’ve just gotten over the first hurdle every writer faces. Even if you’ve gotten it all wrong, isn’t it wonderful that you’ve found something to actually enjoy writing about?”
The bottom line here is I’m clicking on post now even though it fills me with social responsibility angst.
Or, as one of the great voices of my generation back when it was very cool to be in that generation has said:
With apologies to Stephen Stills–