Showing posts with label Oh the Places You'll Go. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oh the Places You'll Go. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Shocking Newsical about Seussical


And Fenced It Through Detroit!

The Original Cover of a Classic.

Not often does a bombshell hit the literary world like the one that exploded late last week! 

Especially when it comes shortly before the March 2 birthday observance for one of  the most beloved authors of our time and the one upon whom the bombshell squarely landed.

According to his recently disclosed  private papers, Theodor Geisel --- much better known to the world as Dr. Seuss --- was in truth a  hedonistic nihilist who believed that life had no purpose, the only logical response to which was to indulge the pleasures of the body with an endless barrage of alcohol, drugs, and sex. 

"Make no mistake," said the author's nephew Lamont "Gus" Geisel, "this guy had more tail than a petting zoo!" 

Just surfaced last week and fully catalogued by Gus Geisel,  the "Dr. Seuss Papers " reveal A Portrait of the Artist as a Scunge Man whose major literary influences were Charles Bukowski, Henry Miller, and the Marquis deSade.  (Geisel Listing 41-15j).   His original sex-drenched illustrated books were carefully edited and expurgated by his publisher Rancid Press, however,  when even Bukowski threw up after reading them.

The author's life tale is a lurid one.  Expelled from public school for flunking home room,  14-year-old Ted Geisel left his native Massachusetts for a journey of  personal discovery and exploration which took him to Buenos Aires,  Rio de Janeiro, and El Segundo CA with only occasional trips back to Massachusetts for clean socks.

Geisel  rejected Christianity early on because "Jesus loves me, but I want to see other people" (Geisel Listing 79-5z),  and turned to Judaism but rejected it as well when he bit into his first piece of Hanukkah Gelt and discovered --- as all Jewish children must --- that the gilt packaging is far tastier than the chocolate inside itself. 

Young Geisel next began a four (4) year exploration of the Baha'i Faith, quitting in disgust with the words "Four long years and I've only met Seals,  never Crofts!" (Geisel Listing 143-9z)

From then on, Geisel embarked on a lifelong nine (9) continent spree of alcohol and drug-ridden debauchery and perversion,  and no, that wasn't a typo, an entire new continent  had to be invented to fully house Seuss' massive profligacy,  the sheer magnitude of which caused Keith Richards to famously utter "Has the man no shame?" (Geisel Listing 03-9n)

Taking the name Dr. Seuss because he had handled so many drugs he had come  to  actually believe he was a doctor, the author penned the original versions of many of his best loved works,  including The Cat with the Hat in His Lap, How the Grinch Stole Christmas and Fenced It Through Detroit, and Horton Humps a Who.  To his dismay, all were dramatically altered by Rancid Press.

"My uncle was especially upset that the cannibalism theme was wholly omitted from  How the Grinch Stole Christmas and Fenced It Through Detroit," commented Gus Geisel, "as was the sudden acute myocardial infarction suffered by the Grinch when his heart suddenly grew three sizes that day." (Geisel Listing 67-3p)

A rare copy of Dr. Seuss' unedited masterpiece Oh, the Lame Places You'll Go is believed to exist and is driving Gus Geisel crazy that he can't catalogue it under his annoying system. "The manuscript will likely be sold at auction for millions," remarked Gus Geisel, "unless the owner is some incredible moron who's stupid enough to post it for free on the Internet!"  

Etched on Dr. Seuss' tombstone are the following words from his classic Green Eggs and Ham and the Board of Health:


"Could you, would you
with a goat?

I would not,
 I could not, with  a goat!"


Ironically, those words actually did make it into the final version of the book Green Eggs and Ham. (at pages 42-43)

"My uncle," reflected Gus Geisel, "would have been pleased."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 And Happy Upcoming Birthday to the real Dr. Seuss!  

(Sorry about this, Mr. Geisel.   I am, I am!)

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
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~