This preposterous piece of poetic puerility was written for the divine Ms. Owen’s ‘A Mused Poetry’ prompt for this week: ‘Snarky Rant. That’s right: a jaded, sarcastic, fed up, perhaps even nihilistic poem in an “I stick it to you, sucky events!” manner.‘ I’ll thank Charles Dodgson for the inspiration when next I see him.
The time has come, so all us said,
to not talk of many things:
of twits and tweets to ‘mind your beeswax’
of savages and would-be kings
of whether votes are fixed or not
and whether pigs have wings.
Be gone, your wretched plague talk
of drinking Kool-Aid with your bleach
of bingeing booze and Netflix
of not going to the beach
of ‘who is that masked stranger?’
No more, I do beseech!
Let’s rid ourselves of poverty
Of coherent speech and word
Spike the ‘like’ and ‘whatever’
Treat WTF as if a steaming t**d
Let’s have a pedant as a President,
a VP proud to be a nerd.
Fie upon the boomer bashers
Flinging our legacy askew
Blaming us for every ill
From planet to housing queue
End their blameless sanctimony;
Vegans, anyone, on the barbecue?
Six Crooked Highways 
Great stuff. Snarky is left far behind in the rear view mirror, Doug. Well and truly on a vitriol!
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Thanks, Obb. Looking forward to your poison dripping pen. 🙂
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I’ll give it a stab.
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You have set the bar very high with this one!
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I’m sure SuperHobbo can leap over it in a single bound. 🙂
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In my dreams maybe!
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Excellent, as usual, Doug. I wonder what the poor Vegans did to deserve the BBQ?
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What, you mean apart from their smug sanctimony? 😉
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Yes, apart from that…
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Wicked GOOD!
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It was fun writing it. 🙂
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I imagine so! 🙂
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