B4B: Thanks for reading and enjoying.
kensington: Yes, it must be an awful life as a retail assistant, slaving for a pittance and selling things you can't afford to buy yourself to grumpy and ungrateful punters, who apparently don't have to work because they spend their days shopping and flaunting their wealth
Live long and prosper - H
True, I worked in a store for a little while, over a holiday season. What's worse than the wealthy is those who flaunt their welfare benefits, women who have two carts of stuff that totals $400, and they have 6 small, raggedy children and brag to you that they are single, full-time moms. Then there are the shoplifters, and the people who insist that an item is 75% off, when the item isn't on special offer. And then these customers go to the manager and claim that the cashier is unfriendly, and in my case, the manager was promising many of the customers that I'd be fired as soon as the Christmas season was over. It was depressing, and I only did it for a few months.
I ignore any "poem" with the words Jesus Christ in the title.
Dostoevsky gives me more than any scientist.
Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world. - Albert Einstein
kensington: It's even worse when you work in a gun shop. There you are minding your own business arming the masses when some bloke comes in and gives you a list of requisites which would be enough to pay for your retirement and then he caps it of with,
"...phased plasma rifle in the 40 Watt range,"
and you say,
"Hey, just what you see pal."
And then the bugger shoots you. Who'd work in retail?
Jassy: Thank God for that!
Live and be well - H
Glad that I got to read it before the thread was pushed to the second page. Such a longish title is not your common style and that's what made me curious like others. And I was in for a surprise. Again like others I too loved these lines-
"we stand damp-footed on the chilly concrete flags,
press our noses to the glass
like urchins peering at gilded privilege,
and strain our ears to catch
those words of wisdom
spilled when money talks."
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's. ~ William Blake
Captivity is consciousness,
So's liberty. ~ Emily Dickinson
Hi Ripley, thanks for dropping by to cast an eye upon these words. Glad you found them to your taste, for now it seems, I did not waste my time in penning them.
Live and be well - H
I can't help but repeat once again that I absolutely love the title of this piece. I mean it's a good poem, but I just absolutely love the title of this poem!
0h by the Way, did I mention that I absolutely love the title of this poem?!
Well, just to be clear let me repeat that I absolutely absolutely completely love the title of this poem! It's so bleeping creative!
"...the ramblings of a narcissistic, self-obsessed, deranged mind."
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So you liked the title then. Maybe you should move to Papua New Guinea
H
Bump
Must have been on one of my hiatuses when this first came out, and almost missed it this last... so glad you bumped Enjoyed.
Since I googled the title much after everyone else I got this hit: (Twitter Mar 20, 2015 "'Kerosene lamp bilong Jesus gone bugger-up' - a solar eclipse described by a member of the Koorie people of New South Wales."... delightful !!!
Ah, so good to see familiar faces from this old thread.
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015