by threadbear » Sat 28 Mar 2009, 00:06:53
$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('efarmer', 'M')any may wax poetic about shutting a dirty stinking filthy rotten trap,
but Mr. Bill not just talked the talk, he walked the walk, snapped
the yap, zipped the trap, froze the flaps, and so on and so forth ...
Mr. Bill gave world class pie hole when he was active, and
now that his intrepid labia have stopped hurling ordnance
and remain dormant, I stand dismayed at the low quality
of nattering, magpie cackle, drivel that fills the vacuum he left.
Someday, I hope I can say many smart and nice things,
and then shut up half as good as Mr. Bill did.
I therefore invite many of you jabbering buffoons to shut your
dirty stinking filthy rotten traps and set me an example so that
I might be inspired to join the ranks of the wise and silent,
or even those simply stricken dumb when they ran out of
bullshit.
When I read your stuff I sometimes think of Don Marquis, one of the greatest American poets, storyteller of his generation, the thirties
Marquis:The Author's Desk--From Archie does his Part (archie is a cockroach)
i climbed upon my boss his desk
to type a flaming ballad
and there i found a heap grotesque
of socks and songs and salad
some swedenborgian dope on hell
with modernistic hunches
remnants of plays that would not jell
and old forgotten lunches
a plate once flushed with pride and pie
now chill with pallid verses
a corkless jug of ink hard by
sobbed out its life with curses
http://www.donmarquis.com/readingroom/a ... sdesk.html