Mechanically Separated Human
Once I had it altogether once, but now I’ve come apart.
I could tell a scrap of leather from a dessicated heart
And distinguish things of beauty from the things that are obscene
Once, before I did my duty and climbed into their machine.
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Once we had a little culture, you and I were part of it,
But they sold it to a vulture and it ate the choicest bits.
Now we’re left with just the offal scraps, the eyeballs and the bone,
and we’re trying to make waffles with a couple heated stones.
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You and I were once together but they forced us through a sieve,
Now I only have your feathers and I don’t know where you live;
I hope, with what’s left of my mind, to see you once again
When all our broken parts combine in meatloaf at the end.
-May 13 2012
Le NAIN ROUGE of DETROIT
A public service announcement; Every informed Detroiter knows to be wary of le sinistre et malveillant Nain Rouge.
Local Authorities have long suppressed the circulation of information on the subject because of the inevitable negative impact of a portentous screeching red dwarf on tourism, but there comes a time when the public good outweighs even the considerations of les commerçants et les hôteliers bourgeois, non?
The Lorax: Epilogue
That Truffula seed never sprouted again.
The Lorax stayed lifted with all of his friends.
The waters were poisoned, the skies remained black,
And none of the Bar-ba-loots ever came back.
High up in his Lerkim, the Once-ler alerted
His whole corporate family, who deftly perverted
The words of the Lorax, who spoke for the trees
So fat jerks at Mazda could sell S.U.V.’s
And patsies could shovel, twixt slack eager lips,
IHOP’s lousy pancakes with “Truffula Chips.”
And down in the dirt, soaked in toxins and diesel,
Reposes, unknowing, that sad old man Geisel
A cheap shill for sugary crap and pollution,
And only an ass would pretend that it’s Seussian.

…with Apologies to Dr.Seuss







