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TeaTimeSunday / SONNETS
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I'VE BEEN "IN LOVE" THIS WEEK, or just insane.
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It's hard to tell the diff'rence if you're ME --
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the sonneteering writer who dares deign
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to toss his verses 'midst humanity ...
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in virtual (yet real by clock-framed) time
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who all are wond'ring WHY by now I've not
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got rolling with iambic pudding rhyme ...
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across my chest to belly button views
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of what is on my mind... AND THIS TIME goes
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below that linty spot... ROMANTIC cruise: ...
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where sexual desire has grabbed the helm. {smile}
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NOW THAT YOU'VE SEEN my timbre for this week
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(and if you missed that joke, reread that line) {ewg}
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LET'S RECONCILE THE NARRATIVE we seek
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with pudding-girl's POSTMODERN-VERSE DESIGN.
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within this span of RHETORIC I've framed
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where cliched prose connects the commonplace
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of culture ... which is how each day is gamed ...
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THE SAME moves all of us are coded for.
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Why Pepsi transmits Britney ... that's the way
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we like it ... Ev'ry couch potato whore...
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worth of the same ol' thing... Hence same ol' rhymes.
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I pause to eat an egg and scan the tube.
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A Sunday morning modernist defames
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"postmodernism" ... Lest some av'rage boob
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not understand that PoMo's silly games...
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If he was not so stupid, I'd applaud
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the possibility he rolled the dice
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and lucked out with some truth, and not the fraud...
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He wants to wave "postmodern" as a flag
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that shows he's smart enough to clean and jerk
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that heavy intellectu'l stuff ... and "gag ...
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That crazy PoMo stuff .. WE KNOW it stinks.
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Oh DO WE, now? ... That's how this works, of course.
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Imply WE ALL KNOW something... Rhetoric.
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Imply that you agree... Don't ask his source ...
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... for that smirk-backed opinion. You're no hick ...
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I disregard all smirkers. They're all dumb.
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I know that you'll agree, you're smart, be glad
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you're not like Dubya Bush who sucks his thumb ...
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with brain smoke trailing out his dumb exhaust
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His empty head a basketball. What fun!
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I "fell in love" this week ... See what it cost? {ewg}
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a sonnet sequence... See? That's how it goes.{smile}
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(CONTINUED BELOW)
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RECAPPING PUDDING GIRL ... (gol durn romance!)
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I don't think that it matters. How 'bout you?
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We made it all up anyway, by CHANCE
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... and LOGIC. WE ALL KNOW what we would do...
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through all those hist'ry classes all those years,
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and surely we know how to smell a rat,
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what kinds of things would bring us all to tears.
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BUT LET'S SKIP somewhere else in time... SOME WEEKS
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INTO SAGESSE'S PAST ... Add to the heap ...
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of pudding facts ... See if our rowboat leaks.
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WE SEE THE BLACKBOARD ... (not yet who's impressed).
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"You do not have to answer questions put
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to you, by me, or anyone," she writes.
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"But if you choose to speak, and stick your foot
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into your silly mouth..." she smiles, "That bites."
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(To be MIRANDIZED on FIRST DAY OF CLASS
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is not the kind of thing that teachers do.)
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"I'm here 'till I'm thrown out... Let's pump the gas."
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but wag their tails beneath their cap and gown.
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A BOY IN BACK lets loose a RACE CAR SOUND.
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SAGESSE? SHE SMILES: "Yes, 'put the hammer, down.'"
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Sagesse, French gal, in TEXAS?... What the hey?
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(CONTINUED BELOW)
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GEORGE DUBYA WOULD NOT LIKE THIS. Not one bit.
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His ears would fall off from a smirking scowl
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Compressing his tight ass so hard he'd shit
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right out his mouth, like "South Park," Bush lip-bow'l.
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Each time he speaks a big ol turd falls out.
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The sponsors all backed out? Don't have a cow.
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I hail the chief who craps a diff'rent route...
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And executes retarded, ment'lly ill...
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Helps crooked corp'rate cronies pull each heist.
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Prays, Jesus help us as we bomb and kill.
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and spread your crap where it won't do "no harm."
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Where were we? Right. SAGESSE IS TEACHING SCHOOL
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IN BIG SKY, POOP-HEAD TEXAS...
(Sorry folks,
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but this is what you get for actin' fool,
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electin' blowhard egg heads with no yolks.)
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And in a high school? No one would have hired ...
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someone thrown out of college. She'd strike fear
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into school system bureaucrats ... folks mired...
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of ev'ry child not murdered when too young
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to be destroyed by standardizing goals
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erasing every song they would have sung.
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The millions stripped of "life" no one has seen.
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(CONTINUED BELOW)
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Sagesse was never there. I made it up.
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Is this what "LOVE" empowers me to do?
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Attack, offend, erase. Pour out a cup
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of acid on reality ... in lieu ...
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A sweet distraction, echoing the code
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that's pre-installed, complying with all laws
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along the highways ... middle of the road, ...
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of those who wield the power to supply
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our every wish in soda, glass or cans.
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Please make us happy Britney. Testify.
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The STRENGTH to not be careful. To be free.
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SAGESSE IS IN THE SHOWER ... not alone.
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We cannot see him/her(?), they wash her hair.
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Is this the scene a week ago was sown?
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Is this her great ROMANCE? Do you still care?
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to one more shower scene, 'cause he can't get
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enough of all this wet and soapy skin. {grin}
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Is it her brother? ... Or someone just met?
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Depending on his talents, he might join
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Sagesse in pudding action, nude or draped.
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Or femme next door, both wet there loin by loin.
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It's all her fault... She yells: "Wipe off that smirk!") {smile}
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