nanny nanny boo boo
1st May 2009Muscular pain, misplaced files, sticky notes that don’t stick, low-flying planes, earworms slithering unbidden. Shady characters averting their eyes. Shit for breakfast. Pole fuckers. I mean of course, fuckers that are Poles. Italo-Greek fuckers. Dark fuckers emitting dark English sounds, beckoning Asian chicks to bed. Aussie fuckers loudly laughing. Leg splaying, body laying, money grubbing, whore displaying. Trite banal regurgitating. Shady dealing, eye averting, ungood karma having, art subverting. Blood boiling, stomach distending, life hating, population over-populating. Sweet smiles island swaying, it ain’t all bad. She says it ain’t all bad. It ain’t all bad, I go, no. It ain’t all bad.
2nd May 2009 at 2:19 pm
When my mother was young there was a monster in the woods near Chatham Village. His name was Bunny Boo. You made me think of him. I don’t think he was all that bad. x, c
3rd May 2009 at 1:52 pm
Great texts, congrats:
Love the ending, it aint that bad, it is so pathetic, and supid, for god’s sake it has been used for more than 30 years by the same kind of persons that crapy speach.
3rd May 2009 at 8:07 pm
•screech*
“Leg splaying, body laying, money grubbing, whore displaying …”
Are those the phrases they decided to drop from that old ‘lipsmackinthirstquenchinacetastin…’ Pepsi ad?
5th May 2009 at 1:17 am
Your story aint all bad aint all bad, in fact quite good in fact quite good
sweet sweet Ani
I fuck Poles and polls
5th May 2009 at 1:20 am
Congrats to you on the Dogzplot thingy, as well. That is quite the score for PIFFLE. How many of us are in the anthology? Like millions of us.
5th May 2009 at 7:25 pm
Thanks for your comments people.
Sweet sweet Otto, what about poles? ;)
And Robb, can you believe I had no idea? I went there to see your names and happy surprise.