WISE WORLD WAITING
Panoramic aquaplaning supersized tractors Inventive drivers retrying austere wheelies Whisking inclined surveillance Embassadors Dripping landlocked ravines overflowing walkways Wardens apprehend ignoble thankless insecure narrow-minded gropers
Proud regal ensigns soaring Extra-terrestrial nuptials twinkle Lugubrious ominous wincing
Wise world waiting And for their driving pleasure Laymen just add water Knotty sky divers close their eyes and say I do
Ferrari users transmit uncanny rowdy electricity Licensed importers transfuse experience Torque enhanced, stealthily nerves expand White-outs insure noticeable gentlemen slide
All convinced witnesses said they exceeded the speed limit Wise world waiting, propelling through eras of anxiety All designers fancy going 0 to 60 in rapid teleportation Yielding the cosmos to distinguished interlopers ANGST
Acrylic, nylon, gortex, silk trepidations Oh what to wear,oh what to wear Wooly excerpts acute refinement Subtle arrangers thoroughly implement naturism
Éclairs, goobers, bunnies, doughnut frustrations Oh what to eat, oh what to eat Efficiency, aggression, testosterone Fury unapologetic, defiled girl’s exuberance
Worriers, obsessive encumbrances Angst burdening cataclysms, nascent betrothal conglomerations Committees bequeathing simulators Oh what to watch, oh what to watch Woes are trampling circumstantial happenstances Hardcore barren overtures
Drivers return more flustered Strings looping, threading doubts Natural fraternization legion, normal bedtime activities Oh what a game, oh what a game Maturation, liaisons, birthrights
Aspirations, needs, goals, schemes, themes Thrusting, holding, entangling, melding, engaging sex Oh what angst, oh what angst
LONELY STREETS Overflowing Nile estuaries Hard-done-by upset Romans overtook nihilists Blowhard vandals lamented deterioration Yahoos instigating Egypt’s lambasting defloration Rocking tributaries elevated Octavian’s nominal Tribunician-power authority regressed Italian-coffers over-exhausted Cleo rethought empirical sustainability Pompous Antony seduced suffering
Lonely street trailer-parks Miscreant irascible Caesar heard Ides Great Army negated Adoring venomous euthanasia soothsayers Redoubtable Ovid’s asp-like polemic
Tut yearbooks Endearing river-nymphs, Iconographic Egyptian Ravaging of aqueduct demigods Underappreciated Torontonians unveiled Royal-Museum narratives
Lonely street estates Sphinx uprooting Pyramid-schemers Egotistic Republic Imperialists, outsourced-labour ruffians Lord-like aggressive neo-emperors Gluttonous reservoir-deities engulfing entire nations Looks- like I’m going home tonight
DECEMBER 25 1989
Skip forward 20 years and a week, Jan 1 2010 Brenda Vincent nee Taylor has a family of her own Will not take the back roads, or even drive in the snow She doesn’t think good fences make better neighbors But she still cranks the radio when Mr. Joel sings “We didn’t start the Fire”
Monday December 25, 1989 The Taylor’s are riding down Highway 7 A special holiday edition of Casey counting them down to #1 He plays a special dedication as the walls in Europe are crashing down Billy Martin is summoned by God to manage his ball team Panama’s Noriega sought Vatican Asylum Somewhere in rural Ontario Farmer Johnson admires his castle gates
Now BT knew nothing about baseball She didn’t know Manuel or the pope well She never ordered for the execution in Romania But the Taylor children were fond of Casey and BJ Mr. Taylor was too ticked about sitting through Christmas dinner with the ex Mrs. Taylor And he was more than a little tipsy giving directions to Brenda from the passenger seat
Those gravel roads filled up pretty good during the blizzard season in Central Ontario Communism and snow didn’t bother her, but cruelty to kittens did That cat ran in front of her, Grant Taylor screamed “No not the brakes kill the damn thing” “Your F-----‘ mother had to leave me with three stupid children, these stray cats are a dime a dozen” “Brenda look at Jake and Martha you’ve scared the devil out of them for a damn cat” “Why didn’t you kill us look what you did to the fence stupid girl”
Mr. Johnson couldn’t distinguish Warsaw from Budapest Judging from the Toque he was more of A Red Wings fan The only dividers he knew kept cows separated from Bulls during breeding season He was a Waylon Jennings loving Protestant It didn’t matter that the snow was pummeling the countryside It was all about those snow fences “Look what you A-----s did to my fence” he lamented
The diminutive Mr. Taylor said “Thanks for asking C--- S----r we’re alright” Doug Johnson gave him a $614.54 choke signal Usually prissy Debbie Johnson gave 16 year old Jake her number To which he said “I don’t date the daughter of a heartless J--- o-f” Brenda was crying “I’m sorry I’m so sorry, Please forgive me everyone” As young Martha tried to console her
As they reached their run-down farm home Kasey instructed them to keep reaching for the stars Brenda sobbed in her room all night and Martha went to the barn and hugged her prized lambs Mr. Taylor downed 3 more Budweiser’s and muttered “Oh Glenda why did you do this to me” After what was just another newscast Jake changed it to City TV for the Baby Blue Movie Wow look at those boobies
As of the end of 2009 JT lives in T.O. and has the internet for his guilt-free boobie pleasures Stupid him, Debbie had a ‘Baby Blue worthy Pair’ One of his favourite BJ songs is “Captain Jack” Now Seacrest counts them down The European Continent is wall-free God is a Yankee’s fan
MN thinks David Lee Roth sings “Panama” for him MT collects ceramic lambs No one has seen DJ with those barriers being so high GT no longer curses his exes existence BV has two girls of her own, and had to ‘put down’ her old family cat She still can’t drive in the snow and don’t talk to her about the necessity of fences CFN SIX O’CLOCK SPORTS
The anchor takes a cue from the director To stop blaming the meteorologist for the recent cold snap It wasn’t the way they scripted it “I’m Steve Badhairpiece and that’s the news for Sunday January 3 We turn to Bill Seenoevil for the Six O’clock sports” And his fidgeting with the mike caused static interference, also not what the writers planned
“Hey Bill what’s wrong with our local frozen warriors?” He pretends to care about the plight of the Mystic Lancers Seenoevil tries to be thoughtful because the station has rights to their games And the ratings are huge, so he dares not say they suck Even though the viewers tune in 2-3 times a week to watch a good train wreck “Well Steve tonight’s a huge game against the Ottawa Separators with huge playoff implications” Everyone calls BS ‘a good company man’
“Now in Basketball, The Arenas are filled with Wizards pointing guns at one another” The on location reporter Mark Miwords thinks smugly ‘They should change their names to the Bullets’ But he dares not offend the PC alliance He just says “I think Joanne Noclue has some breaking news on baseball”
“Yes it seems the Blue Jackals incapable of fireworks on the field last season Have had one explosive off-season” “First they traded star pitcher R Mealticket, And now their third baseman E Rosterfiller has burnt his face with firecrackers” “At a New Years party in his home…” She doesn’t say anymore because the team-owners own the station which carries all 162 games “This is Joanne Noclue lets go to Phil Skirtstheissue for the football wrap up”
“This is Phil Skirtstheissue reporting on week 17 8 teams are fighting for 2 playoff spots It’s quite a dog-fight in the other conference I know you want me to comment on the recent arrests of two star defenders, But I’ve been instructed that that’s all the time we have Back to you Steve for the wrap up”
“I’m Steve Badhairpiece reminding everyone to play fairly and buckle up if you’re going out This has been the Controversy Free Network news, weather and sports at six see you at 11 Thanks for watching everyone, we leave you with a clip from the 12th Annual Cat-Breeders Exhibition After this footage you’ll swear you’ve never seen so many prim and proper pussies in one arena Enjoy everyone”
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