Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Why I'm a Peacemonger


Wouldn't the world be a better place if we all got rid of our leather, and wore some nice lace? Wouldn't it be nice if we could wile away the hours and days frolicking in the meadows, picking flowers and running up and down the beach like in that famous film from 1981, Chariots of Fire? Ah, it would be so perfect and serene. No one would talk loudly or bicker over Red Sox v. Yankees, or how raving mad Osama bin Laden is...they would be calm, composed and apathetic. Oh apathy! How you make us so carefree!

Why should we curl up in huddled masses under school desks when tornados and atomic bombs come hurtling our way? Let us stand up on the desks and embrace the world with arms wide open saying: "Oh Captain, my captain." We should have an international hug day where we go over to Saudi Arabia blow kisses to the Islamic Fundamentalists and hug the sectarian conspirators. Then they would see we're all in it for the peace and harmony, and they can do what they want, we'll still love them and live in our peaceful oblivion. That'll show 'em. Give peace a chance.

We need more of those simple-minded, inebriated, sweet love fests on the national mall like those of yesteryear. Where are all those wonderfully stimulating mind-altering drugs the CIA was so keen on using for their mind control studies? We need more of that. Fill up my bottle and we can dance in circles in the sun for days at a time and never find out which way is up or down. Munching on scones and sipping lemonade we can giggle and jest and live carefree. The man will be all by himself in his office with the blinds blocking the window, and the lights off, behind his computer, grumbling about the sunshine, but we, we will be free.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Is love so fragile...
and the heart so hollow
Shatter with words...
impossible to follow

You're saying I'm fragile...I try not to be
I search only...for something I can't see
I have my own life...and I am stronger
Than you know

But I carry this feeling
When you walked into my house
That you won't be walking out the door

Lovers forever...face to face
My city or mountains
Stay with me stay
I need you to love me
I need you today
Give to me your leather...
Take from me...my lace

Michael said...

What are you talking about?

Anonymous said...

...leather and lace, as referred to in your blog

Michael said...

Interesting. I figured as much, but your poem is about more than leather and lace, but about love. Who is the subject of your affection might I ask?

Anonymous said...

You think too much... think about me.

Anonymous said...

....it could be YOU

Michael said...

I don't date anonymous posters.

Anonymous said...

neither do I

Anonymous said...

....in fact, I don't date posters at all. Sometimes I do hang them on my wall though.

Scott Earl said...

One of my friends came up with the idea that the "Jackass" guys should go run around in the Middle East doing their thing. Yeah, that'd be funny and dangerous...