Mick Jagger the Bully
Screams in my face
and stuffs greasy cheeseburgers in my ear
and they
clog up my heart (then they tell me it's ART)
He's the Ambassador to the Commonwealth of Ronald McDonald.
and he grows Rich. Yes! richer and Rich!
With every passing year.
Mick Jagger the Bully. Pounds and pummels his path with his fists,
and licks Lady Gaga like a Leprechaun Lion
all up and down her meat dress
with his giant Corporate tongue.
Mick Jagger the bully gives torture out well
Yes torture
And the shelter he gimme is elevator music
endless and eternal,
to white guy common labor.
at the POW camp,
and is starting to smell.
Mick Jagger the bully gave God a nasty shove last week,
when I went to church.
And Plato a push, and, so
It left me in a lurch
And I'm deep in Debt,
and will always be so,
while Mick Jagger the bully plays on
since puberty
and never allows me to grow old.
Over
and over and over and over
and.....over.
And as I float through time and space, all I will ever hear, for the rest of my life,
as I grow weaker, and weaker
and weaker.
is Mick Jagger the bully.
The Rich, Rich Bully,
who never took out a Student Loan.
Mick Jagger The Bully
Mick Jagger The Bully
the
Bully
Your Just a Great Big, Pushy, Loud, Aggressive and Mean Bully!
Paumanok, Bron-yur Cottage For Mystics
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Now, I am going to pull an NPR on you all and not say anything definite here. If you want absolutes, ask Rush or Hannity, or Ann Coulter.
And so, with my NPR hat on, I will suggest, imply, ask, indicate, wonder, say it seems so, perhaps, it may be likely that (you get my drift) all of these things are tribal in nature, or primitive, and represent a dumbing down of the populace? And at the same time we laugh at the Wallmartians we ourselves have created?
Brought about by the failure of Academia as Bloom predicted?
In the meantime we are being watched by the rest of the world, and scrutinized maybe, like thems martians did in the War of the Worlds early on.
OK, OK. I'm not an Ivy, and am not in the club. I'm not a conservative, and I'm not a liberal. If anyone knows what I am please tell me. Maybe that is why I write these jingles, and I know that I am not high art by any stretch.
Even Bloom said his book was only for the Ivys or elite. I'm just a dumb guy. Just another servant in a service economy. A Jeeves maybe. A Sam Weller.
But maybe that status gives me more leeway to speak my mind about this here naked Emperor that's been a walking around.
To try another way to say it: Look at all the student debt, so maybe Bloom was right after all? Or am I way off on the issues, and completely illogical.
But if I'm not, then I will ask: Why didn't Academia, especially thems at the top schools, do something to prevent the Student Loan problem. Surely they must have been smart enough to see it coming?
I mean, youse guys are the people in the society that have all the knowledge. Ws it because all you were worried about was your paycheck, your pension, and that next, nice sabbatical?
Can't we please have some of that knowledge? Can't you share it? Just a little? Last I heard, you guys were supposed to teach. (The Humanities, and I should have mentioned that earlier on)
God, sometimes I feel like Judy Halliday at that shareholders meeting in the movie: The Solid Gold Cadillac.
Anyway, this poem beats up on Mick Jagger a little more. Like Bloom said, Plato questioned the value and importance of music, and it's power upon the soul. So that is why I say Mick gave him a push.
It's all exaggeration and satirical I know, and supposed to be funny too, but anyway.......
gotta go paint.
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