Sick Culture


I walk into the pharmacy

To buy, I don’t know what – toothpaste.

What do I see?

Lines, queues of people waiting anxiously

Or patiently

To fill, re-fill prescriptions.

It’s a sick, sick culture.

 

Sick Culture 6.20.2016

Defiant Doggerel; Our Times, Our Culture II;

Arlene Corwin

I’ll Send You The Menu or, I LIke To Rhyme

I’ll Send You The Menu Or, I Like To Rhyme

 

I like to rhyme.

I do it all the time.

I hear it in each idiom,

Each group of words,

Expression, phrase –

No matter what one says,

It could be innocent or dirty; –

Curd or bird or slurred or turd,

Deep or shallow, nothing’s hallowed.

I’m in it

Every minute.

Oh, yes and oh no!

I’m corny,

Even when I’m horny –

Whoops! I’m so embarrassed,

Drooping, I mean dropping my defenses,

Being scooped up by

The risqué,…

I wonder what Sig Freud would say.

So if I may, I’ll say goodbye

Before I really

Make a donkey

Out of me,

Myself

And I.

 

I’ll Send You The Menu 12.25.2015

A Sense Of The Ridiculous II; Defiant Doggerel; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative;

Arlene Corwin

 

Forgotten Male Vanity 3.2.2015

Forgotten Male Vanity

(A Theme To Ponder)

 

We’ve gotten used to male hair

And what men wear:

Long hair, no hair, lip hair, false hair,

Hair plugs, hair dyes, pony-tails, painted nails,

Half beards, whole beards. Now all wear beards:

Long, short, chin beards,

Unattractive half beards;

Shoulder pads, rolled sleeves,

Crotches hanging to the knees,

Asses showing up the crack,

Backward caps

Which abs-

olutely

Don’t belong to baseball.

T-shirts beneath tuxedos,

Narrow shoes, pointed toes,

Arab scarves in place of ties,

Toupees and mascara-ed eyes.

Skin – I almost left out skin.

How could I omit the skin?

Muscled photos all the rage,

Nude men engaging youth!

Not cool! Not couth!

Tattoos cov’ring all of him:

Every member, every limb

Get this: thighs calves, ankles, wrists,

Upper arm to fingertips.

(how I love to make these lists)

Chests, necks, rumps, hips,

Toes-es, noses, penis tips,

Which bring me to the piercings –

Let’s not leave behind the piercings:

Nose holes, ear holes, lip holes, navel holes,

Tongue holes! How gross!

Chests bare, backs bare, heated waxings everywhere.

No hair anywhere. An oiled muscled body

Cannot share a hair.

A theme for pond-er.

 

Forgotten Male Vanity 3.2.2015

Circling Round Vanities II; Defiant Doggerel;

Arlene Corwin

 

Lauren Bacall 8.24.2014

Lauren Bacall

 

[to have been]

Unusually beautiful and slim and tall,

At the top of your profession,

Wed blissfully, bearing with the smoke and alcohol,

An early widowhood

– in short, embracing all

This concrete world can offer:

Praise as food, death, suffering,

Resurgence, perseverance

Grounded in

Integrity.

[to have been]

Exceptionally lucky,

Destiny mapped out, it seems

By gods and grace,

Odds are still stacked against…

One day, long life included,

You say ciao, adieu, a toodle-oo

And permanent goodbye.

And we say, thank you.

 

Lauren Bacall 8.24.2014

Special People, Special Occasions; Birth, Death & In Between II; Defiant Doggerel;

Arlene Corwin

 

Guest Etiquette 2014

Guest Etiquette

 

We had a guest.

And what a guest!

He slept till one, his smartphone on.

He never asked to set the table,

Able as he was;

Capable – he lifted weights.

 

There is an etiquette

That certain guests don’t get,

May never…

Verse reminder.

 

Help the host!

Here’s a cue;

Most of the work is done for you.

Postponing life that daily calls,

Host and hostess chained

To keep you entertained.

That’s it: message/essence.

Take it in! Unless

Host has a stable

Of domestic help,

Set the table,

Do the dishes,

Make your bed.

You’ll be the most appreciated and delicious

Guest they’ve ever had.

Guest etiquette.

 

Guest Etiquette 4.27.2014 (found on a scrap dated 8.11.2013) finished today

Defiant Doggerel; Definitely Didactic;

Arlene Corwin

 

 

 

 

I Don’t Think I’ll Eat Meat 2013

I Don’t Think I’ll Eat Meat

Emerging over time,

Uncomfortable, uneasy,

Almost queasy

When meat meets the taste buds,

I am losing what was magic

Once upon a youthful time.

How I used to relish

A delicious New York steak,

A tenderloin joined to the tongue,

A quarter-pounder, nay, a half-…

A calf called veal

(Until

I found that calves were made anemic,

Kept in stalls half-light

To keep their meat milk-white).

In any case,

Tastes mutating without a sweat,

I gently push the meat aside

To favor sweets

And savor nuts and flax,

The textured list unending.

But at times, just sometimes

I’ll eat

Meat

And really like it.

As a tribute to a sparerib,

Moral conscience taking leave,

Double standard winning over,

And at risk of sounding glib,

And unwilling to convey a fib,

I put bread aside,

Rice, beans and greens

And dig into a slaughtered pig

Or cow,

Denying that and how they died.

I don’t think

I’ll be eating meat at all

In the (far) future;

Not yet sure.

I don’t think so.

I Don’t Think I’ll Eat Meat 8.23.2013

Nature Of & In Reality; A Sense Of The Ridiculous; Defiant Doggerel;

Arlene Corwin

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