LIFE SONGS: THOSE MAD MERCEDES LADIES
Regal ladies
in Mercedes
cruising down
the Boulevard.
Sabled ladies
Fabled ladies
Unaware
that life is hard.
What’s behind them? They don’t care.
What’s ahead? Oh, They don’t dare
Engage the god of introspection
As they breeze right through the intersection, one hand on the wheel.
High-Tone ladies
Privileged ladies
On the road and
on the town.
Pretty ladies
Jewelled ladies
Not inclined
to turn around.
Turn a glance? Risk the dance?
Oh, no,no,NO.
They’re in the trance,
that shiny things induce
as the wheels of their SLX bump and crunch across your soul.
Graceful ladies
Envied ladies
never
crossing any lines.
They just fail to see the signs
saying “Look up from your iphone”
“Please ignore your fucking ring tone”
for the moment that it takes to cast your eyes on Something REAL.”
It’s all Fake News. Fake News. Fake News. (But that motor really purrs.)
Empty Ladies
Painted Ladies
Eyes that open,
like a doll’s do.
Border crisis?
Threat of Isis?
LGB-what? Who can keep up?
Tempest in a teacup.
They see naught of what they ought to
And click shut when they are told to by the Man Who Has No Clothes.
THIS JUST IN:
Stop complaining, stop the swarming
Grab ‘em by the…Global Warming?
Oh that’s silly -- just not true
Do you have this scarf in blue?
And after all…who knows what “those people” do when we’re not looking.
They’re just lazy. We all know that…
Is that yogurt low or no fat?
They should all just get a JOB.
Perfect ladies
Cool-dressed Sadies
Draped in Her-mes,
freshly waxed.
Gliding down the aisles of Saks
protected from surprise attacks
by their [considerable] savoir faire,
breathing atmosphere so rare
Knife-perfected noses in the air.
And the gaping maw of self-attraction
Swallows all with satisfaction.
Suntanned ladies
Just-right ladies
Yes they know.
Yes, they know.
Why you don’t eat yellow snow.
And where it is that good girls go.
And why the truth is…Just. Not. So.
And aren’t they just the apple of our eye?
Shun the truth. Embrace the lie. And brace for impact.
Mad Mercedes ladies
Red-eyed Ladies
Cruising down
the road from Hades.
Running with the top down.
From SoHo on through Mid-town.
Forcing all to drop down
And pay homage to their truth
and to gaze upon the horror of their desperate, freon-cold Madonna cool.
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