Random Poem: new england posh by Lauren Singerfrankfurters: overpriced, one of those
yuppie stands, marble-hall arcade.
processed meat, glorified bun-baguette.
pretentious folk standing corner-humping
l.l. bean and blackberry with the
"doe ray me oh my look at the time"
aren't i so established with my master of
fine arts, so liberal, and unrefined, and
oh i once tried acid with this tribe,
and isn't that a quaint bodega, with their
native tongues and fruits just fifty cents?
heading back home, up purposely dirtied road
for tofu stirfry, ginger beer, sorbet,
bring out the bach for headbangers,
new york times delighted criticism,
well-rehearsed and blogged out underscores
of good intentions, fights to cause
and causes to fight for all those doers
of things with meaning and duty to save
those that cannot save themselves.
going beyond the extra mile:
feeding the help the food they served us yesterday
and knowing their children by name,
spout "ah-nah-mah-ree-yah" with exaggerated tongues
"won't you like spanikopita with your indian naan?"
we so cultured, we so learned
i have a degree in ballistics
but i'm living off trust-funds. 09/26/2007 Posted on 09/26/2007 Copyright © 2024 Lauren Singer
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