BUGS!
I LOVE You Bobbie Gentry!
“Hey Look At me! With the DDT!”
Naw, that would be ‘against-the-law!’
Hehehehe…evil laugh
“Hey MS Muse, Reach me that spray can of DDT: The one we got from the feed store.
Oh! And ‘Please & Thank You’ in Advance.”
Don’t need more Mus-ic Drama
She put down her Rubik’s Cube, grabbed the DDT can and bounced it off my head.
That’s my Gal!
BUGS!
Video Credit: benjichilders
More Unsolicited ‘Opinion’ From Y’all’s Favorite Asshole: C’est Moi.
“Donovan:”
Child–King of The Boy Wonder, One-Hit Wonders:
“Atlantis” Way down below the fuckin’ Ocean. You shoulda remained there. Dear Donnie. Just sayin’.
Bobbie Gentry Did him a Solid by even allowing him on her TV show.
How lame was he?
Trust me: The Math breaks down at this point.
But He was Pretty-Boy Lame
******************
So… I’m sleeping one off when I felt something tickling.
Woke up and discovered a rather plumpish large roach parked on my nose.
(Had to go cross-eyed to look at him—yes, I am assuming gender here—my bad)
He jumped off my nose onto my chin.
Then he spoke to me:
“Hey Bubba, we be outta here.”
Still half-asleep and somewhat groggy, all I could muster was, “Whaaat?”
Mister Roach continued, “We are leaving your Dumb Ass.”
I bolted upright, causing Mister Roach to tumble onto my mattress.
“Take a gander Mutha Fukker!” He shouted out of his Little Roach Lips.
But I heard him well enough.
Focused my eyes on the floor. Sure as shit, there was a single file line of cockroaches, some carrying suitcases, some wearing backpacks, all marching quick-time toward my back door. I looked up and saw a squadron of gnats flying over the marching roaches, providing air-cover I quickly surmised.
Spokesman Roach was preparing to jump off my mattress, but before he leapt down to join his comrades, he turned to me and said, “Don’t you wanna know why we are leaving your sorry ass?”
“Not really,” I replied. “But I figure you’re gonna tell me anyway.”
“Damn Skippy Asshole.”
“Well, get it off your chest then. Does your kind have chests, by the way? I have spent many a sleepless night pondering this heavy mystery.”
“Very Funny You Schmuck,” He shot back.
He coughed up some vile phlegm, depositing it on my mattress.
And continued, “For your edification (This was a literate Roach, with a solid command of The Queen’s English) For your edification, he repeated, we have thoraxes.”
“I am praying you will soon arrive-at-the-point,” I said.
He obliged:
“Here is our list of grievances,” He said, handing me a sheet of toilet paper. “Read and Weep. Then wipe your ass.”
I perused the paper and discovered this Piercing Eloquence:
“To Wit, Please Discover Below Our Valid and Legitimate Justifications For ‘Buggin’ Out.”
(I had to laugh at that—This Roach had a sense of humor—who knew?)
I continued my read:
- This ‘Host Human’ is a nasty son of a bitch—no shower in weeks—even by our standards, this is beyond the pale
- There is no uneaten food anywhere to be found in this ‘Mouse House’
- The ‘Music’ he plays (too loudly) assaults our sensibilities and disrupts our concentration
- He has been known to spray, indiscriminately, recklessly, RAID at our brother and sister gnats, thus branding him as a ‘Mass-Murderer’
- He is ugly and disgusting
- He is stupid
“Seems to me Y’all have put a great deal of thought into this… uh… ‘Declaration of Independence,” I said, handing him back his manifesto.
“Yes, we have. Now will you kindly get the door so that we may make good our departure?”
“Sure,” I said. But one question before you ‘Bug Out.”
“Make it quick Jerk; we have somewhere to be.”
“Where are you going? What will Y’all do?”
“Never mind what we will do. Just get the damn door.”
“But how will you get to where you are going?”
“If you must know, there is a ‘Roach Coach’ headed here as we speak. Catch ya laters.”
I opened the door and waited until the Caboose of the Bug Train made it out into the parking lot. I stood in the doorway and lo’ and behold, I saw a Roach Coach (Meskin, judging by the paint scheme on the vehicle). Seemed fitting I suppose: La Cucaracha.
Even though MY Roaches were all Texican/American Roaches and spoke even less Meskin than me.
I wished them well.
Oh Well.
I suppose they could learn. MY Roaches were not idiots. I mean, under good leadership, they had the intelligence to abandon a sinking ship.
I stepped back into my hooch; shut and locked the door; sat down on my bed. Was thinking,
“Well fuck them! My Ingrate Pets. I need to adopt a Dog, or a Cat, or an Armadillo, or an Ant Farm of Fire Ants—any one of which would be more loyal.”
As I was sitting there feeling all alone and abandoned, I became aware of a funky odor and it was ME!
So I spent ‘An Hour In The Shower.’
“I dream of things I can’t say, or I’ll get put away.”
******
To Put A Cork In This Story:
Never put your Faith in Roaches or Gnats. They are fickle and never loyal. They will not stand by you during the lean times.
Get Yourself an Armadillo.
Cheers Y’all!
P.S., “Never hit your Mother with a Shovel. It leaves a Dull Impression on Her Mind.”
–Butch Cassidy
****
Just for you, Donavan:
Credit where Credit is Due:
This was/is a great Song.
Too bad it is all you had in you.
But Hey! Ride that Fame-Train.
Until you run outta track
Video Credit: Carlos Lara
By the way, Donovan, you ain’t no Cat Stevens
Sorry: ‘Yusuf Islam’
(Difficult to keep up with all you ‘stars’ name changes—Identity changes.)
“Yusuf Islam’—Gag me with the ‘Woke-Ness’ Monster spoon, but Cat,
Your wonderful music supersedes your lame-ass identity politics.”
Hey Cat/‘Yusuf!
I’m still looking for ‘That Hard-Headed Woman.‘
HBO?
Help a brother out?
And Cat/Yusuf, I too have known a lot of fancy dancers.
They need not apply.
I am in the Crusade of ‘REAL.’
****
Oh shit! A sudden fear comes upon me:
“What if MS Muse swerves into this post?”
I’ll tell ya what:
It will not be a pleasant experience for your humble servant, that’s what.
P.P.S., I LOVE The Art.
I Give zero shits about the ‘Artists’ Politics.
I love and Appreciate The ART
These sentiments of mine are well-documented in these pages.
One Last Addendum for You, Cat/Yusuf:
My Ph.D., Third Wife
said these words to me shortly after Cat Stevens changed his ‘Religion’ (and his name) from whatever-it-was to Islam:
“I always knew he was ‘that way.’”
“What way?” I asked.
“Islamic- Ass-Misogamist,” she said.
“You do not know that,” I said back. “You are ignorant on this topic.”
She stormed away.
Needless to say, I did not get laid that day.
And for many days thereafter.
Bitch saved grudges like cash money.
Marlapaige,
I have seen the Elmer Gantry film.
Did you know that Burt Lancaster, began his career as a flying Trapeze artist?
Don’t laugh at me, but when you said you loved Bobbie Gentry, I actually got confused. My brain was telling me that you were saying you love Elmer Gantry – the character played by Burt Lancaster LOL
The Butch Cassidy line had me laughing out loud, thank you for that