I love my Zelda poems. Zelda is not an alter ego--she's her own swashbuckling, crazy, free-spirited wacko who tells it like it is and often like it isn't. Completely, utterly politically oblivious. And she's got my number :). Here's Zelda:
Negotiation
Shut up, says Zelda
I've heard enough
I want to neck with Bubba here and you're interfering
With your gurgling and burbling and general
Sighing
Shut up
He didn't love you
He didn't even like you
Okay?
You want me to clarify?
He's a moron.
A given, says I.
You're a moron.
Negotiable.
No comments:
Post a Comment