Friday, March 27, 2009
one great majestic.
enter one great majestic to the lit stage of the BROKEN SITCOM
present
to empty out one's little self
at the 'shed-fort' area in the inner goon sanctuary
(host's question)
what brought you to this place
a hogfarm scratch-n-sniff
to smell the hunger pang of
your poker-face
repent no
repeat
all of your little sins
the ones daddy taught you
when you were just a little kid
(insert laugh track here)
(into a song-n-dance number with a tuxedoed boy lost under a top hat
singing to his fat mother who is planted to couch
in a stained nightie watching wheel of fortune)
"this little light of mine
burns out these little eyes of mine
i can't see your foolish ways
when you have bawdy day with me
you are pieces of the dunce's hat
crowned to my head like whale fat
i will tear you free from me
when i leave here eternally"
(she replies with a tune of her own
in a different key)
"the rusty wind-chimes ...of my heart
feedback with hiss ...all night long
you stand too close to the static...
of my loooooove"
a black song for credits of this sitcom
there will be a dildo-flogging for good ratings come sweeps week
and by season's finale
one great majestic will pretend to be stranded in the mountains again
choking on the meat of a cougar's paw
sputtering for an emmy
the lines
" why didn't daddy cut his sex so he'd have no child to think of
when i'm old enough i will cauterized my sex to satisfy
my selfish ways."
(insert stunned silenced here
followed by uproarious applause)
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