Happy Happy
by Joe Dickinson
political aspirations become blocks to all nations for to man their battle stations...and the call of the wild come heed to the child but to eat his gone wild pointless knowledge. writing again for a friend with a heart of gold and a pocket full of posey, ready to blast anyone that comes her way with a 45. it’s the way that things roll in a town in a hole with a watergate show made of chesses period. that she can eat you alive or help you survive is a meaningless jive while cold you can call it a turkey. pointless is the word used most, for to satisfy your ghost and to please your nimble host while shooting his wife in the ribs. he can’t understand what makes him a man and so he goes to the can and tries on his fan that’s rather bland but he can’t see can he? so many places to go if just for one show, so many things to know and places to point the way to. it eats me to kill but buffalo bill and his sidekick jill aren’t going to be here forever. what is it you need? if you want me just bleed and i’ll eat your womanhood and fly naked. tree trunks blink from exhaustion, car salesmen wonder about the truth and i do as well, because it clearly has not been given to me. you my friend are a friend indeed, i hope we stay in touch because you are nice and understand me, kind of, well as best as one can. haha i find that to be funny because i am a bunny made of bunny pizza which is very very good and you should all buy one. seriously, it is the shit, as we say here in europe, mothafucka! haha, eat it and shout it with a big spoon. what is there to do on a lazy afternoon? skip a space and everyone thinks you’re roald dahl for god’s sake. maybe i can meet aphrodite, i’m sure she’s provide me with something i could use. or perhaps i could sit on the edge of the dungeon and wait for tom sawyer to come out in his knickers and shout ghost ghost like he always does when he is drunk or high on morphine. fuck that bitch man, she broke your heart, don’t even give her another chance, she doesn’t deserve it. go find someone new and worthy of your respectable being. nellie mckay i love you and i would never treat you wrongly. peace love and tenderness are nothing to be laughed at mr. costello, i’m with you there brother, if instead we could find a magic army, maybe we could change the policies around here. that or get me a rhodes scholarship to oxford where you could then do all the work for me...sorry it just doesn’t interest me that much. it’s not you, it’s me, you fucking egoist. ok i realize that it is egoist to say that it’s me, but find yourself a hole and crawl into it because you’re worth about as much as a piece of dirt to me you fucker. answer me back, i try to be a friend and you repay me with unnecessary scorn. well fuck you then. i ain’t no puppet on a string. ink on balls. hahaha. i believe that was more elegantly put by one peter venkman...”i believe the children are our future, treat them well and let love rule...party mothafuckas!!!” yeah i know, i said the same thing, then had fifteen minutes in the closet with teri hatcher...quite a time friends, though i respect the patient-doctor priviledge and will not say anything about our escapades. only that i am not the man you think i am, miss lonely. i love your braces, i think they are cute and wouldn’t mind seeing them up close. that’s right, i’m a friend of those who need friends and an enemy of those who like chaos. instead i rule in times of peace when the waters are calm and the sailing is smooth. remember the tet offensive? that was when johnny called and said the forensic squad is babbling on about soda pop. it’s not soda i said! it’s pop! jesus some people are so ignorant. and meaningless and full of shit. it’s wrong to say wiping out some people would be good, but it would be a whale. why don’t i just go break something else, mr. clutz has already outstayed his welcome. fucking idiot i swear it. he thinks he is so smart but trust me he isn’t.
Copyright 2005 Joe Dickinson