| { PG EPISODE ZERO / WEEK 13 _ sonnets 135-144 [of 154] _ 10 sonnets |
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A PUDDING GRRRL IN JERSEY writes a note
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to her bad boyfriend who did not reply.
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That stupid bastard will not get her vote
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if he should run for president. Oh why, ...
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our own identity and confidence
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to mesh souls with a guy-shaped obelisk.
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The toads we kiss so rarely turn to prince.
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to clone ourselves, and leave those guys alone.
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Take all guy-wasted energy and turn
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our full attention to a new end zone: ...
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With pudding rules to help us "rise above."
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Sagesse was ready when the email came.
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Another stupid guy had failed to be
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a worthy soulmate for this perfect dame.
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Yes, she is perfect. All the parts we see. ...
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She is our heroine. She's been designed
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to represent perfection through and through.
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The kind of wife the writer'd have in mind ...
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in anger at the stupid president
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of Bushland who is busy making lists
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of stupid things to say, and then repent.
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fell from his lips. INELOQUENCE does harm.
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Osama's made Americans applaud
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the rank incompetence with which Dub wields
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the power of the U.S.A. Abroad, ...
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big (stupid) bully phrasing daily yields ...
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When power must be used, words must be right.
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Or we won't be respected ... only feared
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enough to amplify what we must fight.
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is number one ... in lists of fears, when polled.
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WE FEAR humiliation. The wrong word
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and we will be thought STUPID. So we hold ...
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When presidents speak "BAD" ... then we all STINK.
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SAGESSE IS STROLLING SILENTLY. Her cheek
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broadcasting random digits with a sign.
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She's granted FAME ... as long as she won't SPEAK
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the way THE WRITER thinks. There is a line ...
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must be where it's expected, not outside.
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You don't find that Will Shakespeare wrote: "Forsooth,
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Elizabeth, our Queen, is Satan's bride."
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but advertising sponsors would desert
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Sagesse within a heartbeat. Her FAME iced
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(if not herself) if she should now divert ...
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to follow her to what they'd disavow.
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THE CHORUS COMES TO LIFE: "What's up with this?"
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THEY RAP IN UNISON ... "Hey, dog, what gives?"
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THEIR HOT BREATH FOGS THE SCREENS: "That Judas kiss?"
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A HIP HOP RHYTHM TRACK: "Though God forgives ...
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of flesh ... in violence ... or sex ... Please tell
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THE WRITER there's NO STORY to be found
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within this pudding tale he's try'n' to SELL."
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THEN ONE jots down "NO STORY" in the air.
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THE WORDS FLOAT 'round the room ... then land on "God." {smile}
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(OK, a silly "God" with bright red hair ...
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that's how they feel when they design a show.)
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A PRADA-WEARING FACE pipes up: "Your pants?"
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"They're on, and will stay on," THE WRITER smiles.
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Too bad," a FEMALE PRADA FACE says. "Dance."
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And so he does, explaining PoMo styles ...
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the shooting script... BUT pure discovery
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of how we might progress without a plot.
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MORE CLEARLY, it's the show's philosophy.
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But why release it to 'OUTSIDER' folks?
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Though you've no finished tale, still you immerse
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the audience in thoughts and inside jokes.
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their joining in would stretch the envelope.
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THE PRADA HEADS just roll their eyes and smirk:
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"Creative' folk are few and far between.
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A series 'runner' must be Captain Kirk --
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in full command ... encoding scene by scene ...
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If you let EVERYONE collaborate
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in your creative project, it's a crime
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against 'the system.' Yes we know you hate ...
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"Oh does it now?" BOKE grins and PICKS HIS NOSE...
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"And so does THIS. I know you like your perks,
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but TV judgement's not like buying clothes."
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But tell us how the story ends, OK?"
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THE CHORUS is too old. Set in their ways. {g}
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We need some five-year-olds ... BEFORE they're spoiled
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by SCHOOLING... Too much running through the maze.
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The culture's grooves too set, and too well oiled.
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ENGULFS the man -- TRANSFORMS to Mafia.
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The WISE-GUY FUNGUS TOES (you'd norm'lly put
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in clean white socks instead) STEAL FLORIDA ...
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to save the day, again... Computer skill
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and big-tongued doggy licks ... this time prevailed.
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If you don't understand, your children will. {smile}
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By standardized-mind processing they're milled.
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THE PRADA HEADS EXPLODE... they lose their cool.
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"He's lost his mind. This show's too hot for teens,
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and now THE CRAZY WRITER says PRE-SCHOOL!"
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They all grab post-it notes .... start marking scenes ...
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A PARIS JAIL. A mix-up. Here's SAGESSE
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and sev'ral PROSTITUTES. A law that's new
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has yanked them off the street. A trans'ent mess ...
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UNLESS fate takes an early dip. OUTSIDE ...
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... THE CITY, on the edge, a LOOPED HIGHWAY.
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THE BLACK PRINCE takes his CYCLE for a ride ...
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our soul from thought. Add HARLEY to pastiche.
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At speeds beyond the limits you'd believe ...
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He passes now A VAN ... It's just a blur
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WITH BOMB INSIDE. WE SEE the Black Prince weave
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into the distance. THIS DARK FACT we stir ...
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Oh well, he's going to blow her up. Old hat.
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So easy, when you know the TV code.
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THE WRITER's just a PoMo copycat ...
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A terrorist car bomb to end the pain
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of weekly composition. Then goodbye
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to these one fifty four ... Tomorrow's rain ...
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may be slip-slide insanity. A-MEN.
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