Showing posts with label Marilyn Monroe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Marilyn Monroe. Show all posts

Friday, December 9, 2011

Oh, the Lame Places You'll Go!



 Oh, the Lame Places  


Congratulations!
Today is your day.
You're off to Lame Places!
You're off and away!


You have feet in your head.
You have brains in your shoes.
You can steer yourself  
but any direction, you lose!




You're on you own. And you know what you know.
And it isn't that much, YOU'RE an ignorant shmoe! 




You'll look up and down streets.  Look 'em over with ennui.
About some you will say, "too much effort, not me!" 
With your shoes full of brains and your head full of feet, 
you'll stumble and bumble down just about any old street.




And you probably won't find any
you've the gonads to tred.
In that case, of course, 
you'll head straight back to bed!




It's much safer, you'll swear
"On my Beauty Rest so fair!"




Out there,
 Shit Can Happen!

it's invariably true
to people as incompetent
and inept as you!




And when shit starts to happen,
You'll worry. You'll stew.
With perfectly good reason
Because UP you will SCREW!


OH! THE LAME PLACES YOU'LL GO!




Are you on your way up?
Are you seeing great sights?




Nah, you're watching the tube,
It's Kardashian Nights.




C'mon, don't lag behind,  if you must take some speed,
and some downers and cocaine and hashish and weed.




Wherever you fly, you'll think life's a big bash,
But wherever you go ... BOOOM!!! my friend, you will crash!




Except from now on you don't.
Eight trips to Rehab say you won't.




Still I'm confident to say so
and, verily, it's true
that Car Bang-ups
and Phone Hang-ups
will happen always to you!


Life will have you all strung up
It can sting like a birch.
And the gang will fly on
You're less popular than Lurch!




That's the Addams Family's Lurch,
You dumb ignorant chump!
And the chances are finally 
You've caught on you're a Shlump!



And when you're a Shlump
you're not in for much fun.
Un-shlumping yourself
by a Shlump's never been done!




You will come to a place where the streets are not marked.
Told you not to use Mapquest! You're surrounded, it's dark!
Six fullbacks are pummeling your head, face, and chin!




And there's nary a cop out. When you need 'em, they're in. 
How much can you lose? All you got, Gunga Din! 



Now, if you go in, should you turn left or right ...
or right-and-three-quarters? 

At SEX, you're a fright!  

Or go around back and sneak in from behind?
Your date will cry "Foul!" and no doubt you will find,
She will mind-maker-upper to dump your behind!




You can get so confused
you go out and buy Mace,
and spray it on peaceful protesters right in the face!




And the world will brand you a disgusting disgrace!
Better hurry right back to your favorite place ...


                          THE WHINING PLACE ... 




...for people just whining.


Whining like a pain, you know
annoying all so they wish you'd go,
whining about all that rain, all that snow,
or why you didn't ding-a-ling Marilyn Monroe,
or about what you'd do if your Big Chance would show,
or why your scant hairs just won't grow.


Everyone - mostly you - is just whining.




Whining that the fish don't bite,
or whining that your date's a repulsive sight, 
or whining why your house is such urban blight,
or whining why you don't have Body by Jake,
or some pot to smoke, or a theatrical leg to break,
or teeth like pearls or expensive implants,
or a string of girls with your great big shvantz.


Everyone - mostly you - is just whining.   



SHUT THE HELL UP!


KNOW!
That's so you!




The only way you'll escape
all that wailing and braying
is if I drag you out somewhere,
anywhere, long as ABBA's not playing!




With your fly flip-flapping,
once more you'll squeak by,
messing up everything under the sky.
Stepping in elephant poop cause you're a poop-steppin' guy!




Oh, the Lame Places you'll go!  There's seeds unsown to bemoan!
There are points you won't score. There are games to be blown. 
And the marginal things you can do with that ball
will make you the losing-est loser of all.
Lame! You'll be a lame-ass as lame-ass can be, 
with the whole wide world watching you scratch your nuts on TV. 





Except sometimes you won't 
Because make the team, mostly you don't! 




And, yes, there'll be times
you'll play lonely games too,
like solitaire on the PC
and the loser'll always be you. 




All Alone!
Whether you like it or not,
When those sexual urges hit
you'll be alone quite a lot.




And when you're alone, there's a very good chance
you'll need websites and videos to get off neath your pants! 
Hot babes? Yeah, right, loser, go you hither and yon,
you'll be lucky to nail a female Elton John! 




But on you will go.
"Nah, the weather's too foul."
On you will go.
"Nah, can't miss A Night with Simon Cowell."
On you will go.
"Nah, our neighbors, the Hakken-Kraks, might howl."
Onward up many channels,
you lame TV freak,
though your arms may get sore
from clicking something even dumber to seek!




On and on you will hike.
... from your TV not far.
and succumb to your problems

however lame-o they are!




You're get mixed up, of course,
you'll be readily whacked.
You'll get mixed up
with strange turds like the GOP Presidential pack.




So be sure when you step.
Step with care, watch for shit,
and remember that Life's
one Piece of Crap SNL Bit!




And never forget though you're sad and bereft,
That everyone's nuts on the far right and far left!




And will you succeed?
Are you kidding, dickweed?
You'll wind up in the toilet,

On you Life will have peed!


So ...
be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray


AHHH ... I'm just having some fun in my typical way!


Yes, you're off to Great Places!




Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting


so .... 

Good Luck and Oy Vay!





the end
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Monday, November 14, 2011

My Twitter Pledge to You



Almost exactly two years ago, I first joined the social networking site known as Twitter.

At that time I understood little about Twitter other than how stupid I thought the name was, sounding something like a cross between a child's play toy or an adult's play toy if you happen to talk like Elmer Fudd

 And I still think that.

The word tweet also strikes me as kind of juvenile for describing the act of communication over a medium that's become as much a serious source of  information about politics, world affairs, and art as about whether Justin Bieber can produce sufficiently potent sperm to father a child.

Would great people throughout history have used something called tweets to express their deepest and most sage thoughts and ideas?

@WinWithWinnie  We will fight on the land, on the sea, & in the air .... but if they attack us from space, we're screwed!

@AlbieEinstein   WOOT!  I've got it:  E=MC 2.   Now, more coffee!

@ArthurMiller69  Nitey nite, tweeps!  I'm off to bed with Marilyn Monroe & you're not!

@TheReneDescartes   I think.  Therefore I tweet.

@Will_Shakespeare  I wrote a mess of plays & sonnets?   I  can't even spell my last name the same way twice!  #fakedyaalloutmorons!

In one man's quest to further ennoble this medium I have come to love, or at least tolerate, I have developed a set of rules for my conduct on Twitter:  A Ten Commandments of Twitter,  if you will, and even if you won't.  

I shall follow these Ten Commandments of Twitter to the letter and with all my heart, except on weekends and Jewish holidays.

Herewith, My Twitter Pledge to You:

1) I will never use the expression "WOOT" unless I happen to talk like Elmer Fudd and am tweeting about what you should do-do-do for the home team. 

2) I will never use the expression "Woo-hoo" unless you have previously tweeted "Knock Knock" to which I have tweeted "Who's there?" to which you have tweeted "Woo."

3) Under no circumstances  will I ever LOL my own tweets.  This is the twitter equivalent of jerking off.   It's not up to me to determine if my tweets are funny, you make the call and LOL me!  I hope.

4) I will never tweet "Good morning, Tweeps" unless I have actually spent the night with all of my followers,  or at least one or more of those followers I'd actually like to spend the night with!

5) I will never use the expression "the hubs" in any of my tweets, even if one day I should actually have a "hubs."

6) All my DMs will be dirty.

7) I will never follow back hate mongers, extreme right wing NRA-types,  or anti-semites  unless they have smokin' hot avatars with big boobs. 

8) I will never use the hashtag #amwriting unless I happen to be living in a parallel dimension in which pronouns do not exist

9) I will never at any time follow celebrities --- except of course each and every one of you!

10) And yes, I will also kiss your ass.

Additional copies of My Twitter Pledge to You are available if you send me an e-mail at the address shown on my Facebook page.  Make sure to include the words "WOOT" and "woo-hoo" and the hashtag "amwriting." 

And don't forget to tell 'em @WinwithWinnie sent you! 


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