A fish stinks from the head down.
—Greek proverb
That’s what they say about us but
All I know Christ is it ever cold today
And duty is duty so I’m sitting here
In the dining room marking off
The demands of my constituents and the maid
She’s shivering, bent over the kitchen sink,
Wearing a tight-fitting outfit
That I bet makes even
The blood of the fish
She’s gutting steaming hot—
Makes me feel like warming my hands up a bit—
So I get up close behind her, blow hot
On that cool nape, massage her shoulders
And rub up and down her backside
All for the good of the Motherland but
Enough’s enough my friends I kid you not
It’s time we get this fishy business over with
So she can get down to giving me all
The no-nonsense loving I lack.
The no-nonsense loving I lack.
Great juxtaposition here: the stinking fish and the lusty old politician. Thanks Vassilis.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry book arrived yesterday. It's beautiful and I am so honoured to have it here with me on my desk to savour, to read and to treasure. I am so fortunate to have the name that was pulled out first. Thank you again.
I picture Newt. A classic!
ReplyDeleteAnd, somewhere off to the side—when I ran into "Motherland," aside from the shiver of its rightness, I realized that we Americans have managed to neuter even our terminology for the nation. Not "Motherland" or "Fatherland," but "Homeland." Makes sense, though. Mothers and Fathers invest us with existence; Homeland is where the houses are—and houses can be bought and sold.
Elisabeth,
ReplyDeleteGood to hear my book finally arrived as in now "in good hands"--I'm sure it has found a second home there Down Under. And speaking of the American "home", Joe has deconstructed it quite nicely with his blueprint analysis!
ps. Newt? Isn't that some kind of salamander?
Dear Mr Vazambam,
ReplyDeleteI don't know where you have picked up your mistaken views of politicians, but, once I have blustered my way through, er, won another stunning victory in our next great Republican primary, I will be back again to let you know the reasons why a wrongheaded liberal-tilted blog post like this one makes me very very angry!
Where did I pick up my "mistaken" views of politicians? By observing them as they were scoring tricks up and down
ReplyDeletePennsylvania Avenue; by the way, good luck melting down in the bonfire of your vanities.
Just because when skewered on the tines of a barbecue fork I appear to turn into runny goo doesn't mean I'm not tougher than the larvae of any invertebrate marine life that might be hatching when I'm not looking!! For I am The Great White Menace!!!
ReplyDeleteI hope what mytutorialplease let loose in the comment stream some three months back, to wit “I’d sh*t my pants if that... thing, came by my house at night...” doesn’t turd out to be true because a GREAT WHITE MENACE living in a GREAT WHITE HOUSE can mean only one thing: “The shit’s already hit the fan, bozos!”
ReplyDeleteWe are already experiencing a presque vu effect of the backwash splatter. And what's more a lot of the bozos, once they've wiped the brown droplets from their eyes, are envisioning a Great Future in the Marshmallow Market.
ReplyDeleteBut whereof one does not know, one cannot speak
Said one of those wiseguys -- Plato, Socrates? -- musta been a Greek!
Only their eyes? Shit, Tom, if push comes to shove, I'm sure these bozos will feel the effects of coprolagnia oozing out of all their orifeces.
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