Faking the Funk Since 2002 - July 20th, 2005

Damn Bush! If he keeps appointing/nominating such handsome men, it's going to be hard to see the evil lurking behind their eyes. Still, there's little question this guy's going to be ushered through the process. He'll be on the SCOTUS by October, at which point, he'll start hockin' spitballs at the Constitution. Abort 'em while you got 'em!

I fuckin' told CVS Pharmacy a story last night, dogs! I'm getting me some pictures developed that I took in December. Got me some Allergen-reducing Febreeze. Light bulbs? Hell yes. Body wash? Hell fuckin' yes. Mensturation gel? Not even a little!

Huh?

Also, I designed my chapbook last night. I'm super excited about the idea. And though it's likely to cost serious cashola in production---making it ultimately a cash-losing enterprise---it's worth it. Strangely, the Bushie Administration inspired the design.

Quick question: How come full-grown adults jizz themselves over Harry Potter but not, ya know, real literature.

OK, work is slow-ish today, and I'm taking a quick break to enlist your help. I'd like to read at the slam tonight, but I want at least one new piece. Problem is, I don't have one.

So help!

In the comments section, leave one word that I MUST incorporate into a slam poem. I'll write it between tasks during the day and post it before I leave work today.

And, assuming I get enough responses, I'll perform it tonight.

Have at it ...

OK, so I had to cut out the last few suggestions because the poem was pretty much completed. But I incorporated them ... in a way.

I present to you:

( The Peloponnesian Lance Armstrong DookieBoogers His Way into A Seraphim’s Meta-Narrative )