Onomatopoeic Deconstruction #1

Softly, softly, sleeping gently,
Now you're awake, but
Oh,
Oh, we get to turn over
Zut alors this is nice and
Easy.

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but some of us are looking at the stars ...

There is an Outsourcing Hall of Fame.

In the same way that there is a Baseball Hall of Fame, and a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, there is an Outsourcing Hall of Fame.


That is all.

Opening #1

"She always was lovely", he remarked, picking wax from his ear in a way that suggested he had the words pre-arranged and didn't have to think about them much as he was saying them. "But I wouldn't expect to take a Cezanne home from Paris just because I saw it in the right light."

"So what now?" I responded.

"Now", he allowed, "we learn to paint".

"Is that a metaphor?" I enquired.

"No", he said. "It isn't".

He scratched his face briefly and switched off the television, while I waited for Sophie Marceau to finish downloading. The telephone rang. It was Sophie Marceau, and she wasn't happy.

Sonnet #1

When all you say is eh, em, no
And keep my arms at length or bay
The madness floating by so slow
Will have to pack and on its way.
When all you speak is politician
And words are just to fill the time
You're not much use to a boy on a mission
If you make him feel he's commiting a crime.
So go on and do whatever you do
And all the best and fade to black
It's not your fault we mixed makes blue
It's not my fault you don't talk back.
Whatever, whatever, I guess it is never,
The answer is never so fuck it, whatever.