My pigeon-toed batman is a total nincompoop
who deserves nothing better than to be
declared “it” at the inter-regimental
round robin butt-whipping tournament
at which all the closet faggots of
the garrison try desperately
to manipulate the order of battle to suit
their underwearing bodies in
underwired bodices and beribboned bonnets
while rehearsing the ad infinitum chant
of “hai allah kabaddi”
jumping up and down like Charlie Chaplin
protecting his butt cheeks as he runs away from
the big
fat
bug-eyed
villain-in-a-top-hat
filmed in sepia tone at sixteen frames per second
(minos - february 2007)
4 comments:
OK, Minos. Help me out here. What?!
I sense I am missing some deep symbolism here . . .
I think hes scarred after watching his batman play kabbadi. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kabaddi
@anna, i wish i could report that the symbiosis of this piece was as deep as your ellipsis holds out hope for!!!
it's a free-associating expression of frustration at encountering all the nicompoops who claim to serve by ruling us, ultimately (always ultimately) with an iron hand, freedom being too precious a commodity to hand out liberally, to all and sundry.
since we don't know how to fight for freedom, we are left mindlessly parroting "down with amreeka" slogans and trying to burn down mcdonalds stands with a book of matches.
Yehi hamari auqaat hai
meaning "this is our time (status)"
@shez, the whole forking country is playing kabaddi, vot of all the jarnailz?
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