Oh No! He's Not Like That!

Oh No! He's not like that.
He lives in the Heights section of town.


(Yeah Baby!)


But He's not like that.


Oh No! He's not like that! 
He Drives a Harley and Has a tattoo, 


(Yeah baby!)


so he's not like that!


Oh No! He's not like that. 
He wears correct and faded bluejeans, like us all.


so he's not like that!


(Yeah Baby!)


Oh No! He's Not like that!
He has box seats for all the public games, and wears a uniting insignia on his crown.


So He's not like that!


(Yeah Baby!)


Oh No! He's Not like that!
He married the icon's daughter, and acts desultory fer sure,


So he's not like that!


(Yeah Baby!)


Oh No! he's not like that!
His lands are wide, his towers high, and his servants poor.


But he's not like that!


(Yeah Baby!)


Oh No!


He's Not like that!


He's not like that!


He's Not like that!


(Yeah Baby)


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I guess I'm having an emotional day. This "He" is loosely modeled on Ted Turner and also Malcolm Forbes, I think it was, who used to ride a Harley and thereby prove himself to be still just "one of the guys? Or Billy Joel maybe, who has a motorcycle shop in town, and lives nearby. I walk past his motorcycle shop everyday with my puppy and steam up his windows. I even believe I saw him inside last Saturday.


I'll leave it up to the reader to decide what "Like That" really means. It is a very common phrase.


And the "Yeah Baby "  bit I heard not too long ago while walking my dog around the local ballfield. The hitter missed, and the catcher said:


"Yeah Baby!"


Anyway, let the whole world steal it, but I'm glad I was able to write it all down before I forgot about it, and able to share it with my friends, and the Aussies, and get it off my chest. 


Australia is beautiful in my mind and dreams. I'm afraid actually, that if I ever went there it would spoil those dreams and visions. Silly right?


But the "not like that" phrase has been nagging me for years. 


And I don't want to use the word hypocrisy, which this poem obviously is all about.  I want to say everything else, and try every other way  I can think of to convey the feeling of what the word hypocrisy means, thereby perhaps implanting the meaning of the concept of hypocrisy even deeper.  Does that make sense?


Also, I remember that rhymes in poetry were disparaged by the teachers when I was in school as being quaint or old fashioned, and not part of the...well..."modern" school of thought.


But still,  I apologetically have a couple of rhymes here.. One seemed to work in unconsciously, and the other I massaged into the old bit. (That's Bertie talking again)


Anyway, it's fun. 
                                                                                                        
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And since the most recent post gets all the views, here again is:

Harley Guys

Big Bully Biker Boys 
with blubbin' barrels belchin'. 

All lather you leather, and 
done-up, dirty old denim, 
and beat you up boots.

and lovin their mama's!

and the Law,

and the little ones

 and the poor.

       Vroom! Vroom!
                                     with a tickle.

                                                               Vroom! Vroom!
                                                                                                On a sick-le. 


                             


                                          JD Painter. 
                                         Paumanok, Spring, 2011 
                                         You know, at the Led Zep Cottage for Bards, 
                                         where everything ugly becomes beautiful.


And all your dreams come true.       


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A spoof. It is just kind of like beholding the whole Harley Phenom and asking: WHY?


I mean, these bikes are really expensive, and we as a pop culture have come very far from what the Harley represented in the Easy Rider Movie. But so did the concept of having a Home in which to live, and  pop sports, pop music; and so did all the other trappings of what goes into a larger "culture",  what? (That's Bertie again)


Technology has conquered the loud exhaust pipe, yet they persist and proliferate, so as to be the means of, perhaps, an expression of dominance or power or plain obnoxiousness or virility or....someone help me out here.


The "tickle" is tongue in cheek,  because those loud pipes do hurt the ears actually, and even with all windows closed, my guess is that those pipes, especially in a pack or in unison, can be heard quite clearly and uncomfortably within the confines of the ivy tower. So there. You see? All of us are affected.


And with dismay I sometimes think about my debt, and in my darkest moods look out at the world and this culture and see a society that is "sick" (Trying to be objective, which I probably cannot be)


But perhaps this sickness idea is epitomized, by those lottery ticket vending machines, and as I watch an elderly person spending 20 plus dollars in one.,  I fancifully ask:  At what point did our government become a Casino?


Uh, what else......the "little ones" and the "poor" being the beneficiaries of charity rides in the form of a pack of rolling thunder. 


The" law" because they are not rebels. Lets just say that they are solid democratic citizens, pretending to be rebels.Or simply having a mid-life crisis. Like I am,.


*But ya see! Here's what I mean about you, JD Painter: You go around puttin' down and placin' blame, and making fun of everyone and everything else, when the real problem is YOU!


You are a Petty Snob and a Petulant child JD Painter! 


"I know, I know." Replied JD Painter. But I'll be back tonight, if I don't slip off a roof and break my neck today.