Wednesday, April 20, 2011

A Golfing Garrison

Only the greedy need apply.
And the needy can quietly cry.
While doing that, wanna see the sky?
Pay 5 thou to the gatekeeper guy.

To paraphrase a wise man: it may look like a giant, but it is only a grasshopper.

The airport porno scanners of humiliations and controls
Got mixed up with worn out manners, accumulations,
and unworthy goals.
Ding bats and scaredy cats
Dung beetles are where they're ats
Take down! Banners, fumigations, and bent polls.

Unloved and ignored, the heirs put on airs of refined oil and other disaster smallness. Their undignified presence on top of the slick, lends an eerie aura of insatiable greed to the atmosphere. Forbidden from looking back at their sources because their sources never looked back at them, the heirs instead stare daggers into posterity. It is something for them to do during the week while eveyone else is busy. Stealing Benton Harbor St. Joe is a slight departure from glaring at the scarey scarey future. Now, the heirs can no longer say they are ignored. But what about the unloved part? And what could be so uninviting about a Gulf-front golfing garrison?

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