I write for the highly literate reader.
There aren’t very many of them.
If they were successful, they would read
more books, and thus become even weirder
and more atypical.
and television doesn’t get better, it gets slicker.
We are on a slippery slope. We are disappearing up
our own assholes. Who knows this? Who will tell us?
Where will he say it? In the public square? Philippics,
jeremiads, and pasquinades. The pasquinade was a satirical verse
hung on the statue of Pasquino in the shopping mall.
Ha ha, there weren’t any. Mall rats and slackers
of the world, unite. You have nothing to lose
but your skateboards and video games.
Update your Facebook profile.
On your wrist-radio camera-telephone.
Bookworms, I hail you at the end of
a great career. Members of the Buzzard Cult.
High-one-, low-two-figures.