April 20—Standup Comedy – The Insult Comedy Tour!
How and why he
Remains so popular
With some Americans
Remains a mystery.
He remains me
Of an old-time insult
Comedian, Don Rickles
Who was infamous
For insulting his audience
Who loved his edgy comic stylings,
As he cruelly mocked
everything and everyone.
But, over time, people got tired
of his routine
And his style of humor faded away
But he has resurrected
The insult comedy routine.
Going to his rallies
Is akin to a religious revival
For some people.
They delight in being
Part of his whole mad
Carnival scene.
but for many of us
the T comedy tour
is no longer funny
if it ever was.
Categories:
stylings, corruption, political,
Form: Political Verse
Once she performed it
she made it her own
With joy we all listened
and marveled atoned
Endowed from the heavens
the Angels in awe
Her spirit celestial
your nerve endings raw
A voice for all seasons
Grand Madam of sound
To search for a lifetime
her like never found
While crossing each genre
she made time a slave
Her stylings eternal
— a gift heaven gave
(For Aretha Franklin: January, 2024)
Categories:
stylings, music,
Form: Rhyme
Into the posturnious zelbinger leapt the gryllous quindersnap.
Without the erstwhile zillip how it gubblprumed.
Gubblprume quindersnap!
Gubblprume forinfinitever in splarchlike encumberance.
And thusways we prayt the quindersnap farewell.
Again.
Written for the Quoopisk Poetry Contest
In the poetic stylings of the Vogon
Categories:
stylings, humor,
Form: Vogon Poetry
made a life grasping at
straws
(ohwhatdoesitmeanwhat
doesitmeanwhatdoesit
meanwhatdoesitmean?!!),
stripping apart the wonderful
melodies, riffs, curious
vocal stylings, rhythms, poetic
lyrical beats pulsating
throughout, deep bass
vibrating & hypnotic
drums & percussion,
all to get to the
core of what s/he thought would
eventually
save him/her
from his/her own disgusting
reflection---
but the interpreter shows
him/herself to be nothing more
than a talentless suggestion
of what could’ve been
had s/he just chilled the **** out
& enjoyed other people’s
art for what it was,
simply wonderful, ecstatic
beauty, of which without,
most of us would most certainly
die
crying.
Categories:
stylings, life,
Form: Free verse