Double Dip Blog Post

I know, I put this one up the last time the market collapsed in on itself, 2008.
But if the recession can double dip, I can double blog post.
And you don't really remember this post anyway...

The Sound of Catastrophe

It’s not like it has to be
The sound of catastrophe

Maybe it was the Russian adrenalin
Maybe it was the fall of consumerism

Even the Berlin Wal-Mart feels the crisis
As Uncle Sam keeps on shouting
“Mr. Producer, cut down those prices!”

Maybe it was the American scheme
Maybe it was an anorexic dream

Shock and awful, bills come due
What’s a Wall Street Sweeper going to do?

It’s not like it has to be
But it sounds like catastrophe

Dead crap becomes fertilizer
The cracks open needed space

Maybe it has to be
So don’t waste the opportunity
Disguised as catastrophe

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Credits: poetry by Jay Larsen

Photo brazenly stolen from the Internet without citation or even a thank you or a by your leave.

Singing For My Supper

All Hail our Economic Overlords!
I have been too busy singing for my supper
To be drawing pictures and blogging nonsense
Although the pictures and words I compose for my masters
Are some pretty strange nonsense some days
But at least they are still paying this piper
So until the lazy days return
I offer up this atomic soft serve
Humble pie, free of associations
Light as a feather
Echo, echo, echoic
Egalitarian
Utilitarian
None such
Nonsense

Relations of Reynard

Bottom jaw jutting out like a llama
Teeth protruding like a, well like a llama
Reynard regards regal rectangles
Surrounded by plastic chairs
Retard! He screams at himself
Startling the starlings and crows
Who circle and cry, circle and cry
Complaining of finding themselves
Back on that endless wheel of pain
That torture of endless torment
Which can only be accurately called
By one name, one heartless noun
One subject, one object,
One dreaded event
Inevitable as well as unavoidable

FAMILY REUNION

Slowly the crows and starlings
Settle back onto the wires
Staring steely stares
The cousins and uncles
Step mothers and aunts
Shovel green Jell-O
Onto sagging yellow paper plates
Retard! They scream at Reynard
Grab a plate before the ambrosia is all gone
Bottom jaw jutting out like a llama
Teeth protruding like a, well like a llama
Reynard vows never to attend
A reunion again
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Echoes: Poem and Collage by Jay Larsen
Jell-O brought to you by family reunions everywhere
Where people are swimming you should shout,
Watch Out, There Are Llamas!!