DEEP THOUGHTS (AND SHALLOW ONES) FROM A WRITER-PRODUCER-POET-COLUMNIST WHO'S STILL TRYING TO FIGURE THINGS OUT
“A catheter is like an ex-spouse. The best day with it is worse than the worst day without it.”
Is this joke tasteless? Of course it is. But I’m doing the best I can to rid myself of everything my recent medical experience, um, loaded into me.
Look at the bright side, beloved visitors. At least I haven’t found an appropriate New Yorker style cartoon illo to accompany this.
Yet.
LYMI,
LB
Inasmuch as we’ve been talking about poetry here lately (well, I have anyway) here’s the latest and possibly the shortest, of Grant Snider’s marvelously illustrated poem/cartoons:
One Acme Ton’O’Creative Beauty from Grant Snider can be found at Incidental Comics – HERE
LYMI,
LB
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.
LYMI,
LB
…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
Hope.
LYMI,
LB
