He didn't want to be a schmuck, but was born, and the rights and decisions and, dammit, perceptions of him, so sacred,were destroyed before his presbyopia. He has been made a fool of on a monthly basis because of something he did, for fun, over twenty years ago, and no one, not even he, expected his cat to live that long.
Upon being given the cat, a then six week old calico kitten, so adorable it easily outstripped common sense, or at least that owned by a schmuck, Wandering Willy Simpleton decided to name his new cat after a nationally famous human being. At the time, 1994, an Egyptian diplomat was front page news, connected to transglobal crisis, the then secretary general of the United Nations, fella' name of Boutros Boutros Ghali.
It was Wandering Willy's American free choice to use poor judgement and poor taste by naming his kitten 'Boutros Boutros Kitty.' The person's name sounded funny. Comedians like David Letterman were cracking jokes on televsion like "Your first name may be Boutros, but your last name sure ain't Ghali" I laughed at the jokes, I noted that humor comes from needless derision. All Wandering Willy's freinds, at the time, found it very cute and funny that he named his cat after Boutros Boutros Ghali,but with spontaneous wit and invention, the two traits for which Wandering Willy was best known.
The person, Boutros, with whom I am on a solipsized first name basis, has been a forgotten name for the last nineteen years. It was during year one of Boutros Ghali's name in the American media, and it was the only one year of its kind, that Willy was gifted a lovely kitten, following an unwanted cat pregnancy. All succeeding years have excluded Boutros from national attention. Boutros had received his fifteen minutes of fame, American Style. But Willy was reminded of his poor judgement often because people were always asking him why he named his cat 'Boutros Boutros Kitty,' and the procedure of explaning why he named his cat 'Boutros' has been grating on his nerves for fucking long time. Too bad for Wandering Willy Simpleton. He should have used better judgement than to name his goddam kitty after an Egyptian globalized flash in the pan. Fifteen minutes of fame versus a generation of stupid questions, followed by assertions that willy is a schmuck. You decide if a little fun is worth something as horrible as that.
Poem Time, Fuck It All:
Ringman (continuing saga poem)
Oh, my rings and divinations
an owl ring for the Illuminati
don't know them
mayhaps they know me
in any case the ring says 'howdy'
I drew the suit of wands
and you can hit a guy
you can give a fella' lumps with that stick
but it is for hiking
for clearing brush
it is for conserving the aching legs
the eroding hips
the more judicious spine
and for the divinitory mind
I bought off the ringman the Pentagram
noted it scares young black men when I ride the bus
Guy looked like a bluesman looked mighy nervous
Will play in E seventh
Upon being given the cat, a then six week old calico kitten, so adorable it easily outstripped common sense, or at least that owned by a schmuck, Wandering Willy Simpleton decided to name his new cat after a nationally famous human being. At the time, 1994, an Egyptian diplomat was front page news, connected to transglobal crisis, the then secretary general of the United Nations, fella' name of Boutros Boutros Ghali.
It was Wandering Willy's American free choice to use poor judgement and poor taste by naming his kitten 'Boutros Boutros Kitty.' The person's name sounded funny. Comedians like David Letterman were cracking jokes on televsion like "Your first name may be Boutros, but your last name sure ain't Ghali" I laughed at the jokes, I noted that humor comes from needless derision. All Wandering Willy's freinds, at the time, found it very cute and funny that he named his cat after Boutros Boutros Ghali,but with spontaneous wit and invention, the two traits for which Wandering Willy was best known.
The person, Boutros, with whom I am on a solipsized first name basis, has been a forgotten name for the last nineteen years. It was during year one of Boutros Ghali's name in the American media, and it was the only one year of its kind, that Willy was gifted a lovely kitten, following an unwanted cat pregnancy. All succeeding years have excluded Boutros from national attention. Boutros had received his fifteen minutes of fame, American Style. But Willy was reminded of his poor judgement often because people were always asking him why he named his cat 'Boutros Boutros Kitty,' and the procedure of explaning why he named his cat 'Boutros' has been grating on his nerves for fucking long time. Too bad for Wandering Willy Simpleton. He should have used better judgement than to name his goddam kitty after an Egyptian globalized flash in the pan. Fifteen minutes of fame versus a generation of stupid questions, followed by assertions that willy is a schmuck. You decide if a little fun is worth something as horrible as that.
Poem Time, Fuck It All:
Ringman (continuing saga poem)
Oh, my rings and divinations
an owl ring for the Illuminati
don't know them
mayhaps they know me
in any case the ring says 'howdy'
I drew the suit of wands
and you can hit a guy
you can give a fella' lumps with that stick
but it is for hiking
for clearing brush
it is for conserving the aching legs
the eroding hips
the more judicious spine
and for the divinitory mind
I bought off the ringman the Pentagram
noted it scares young black men when I ride the bus
Guy looked like a bluesman looked mighy nervous
Will play in E seventh
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