Thursday, February 16, 2006
Excerpts From My Epic-in-Progress
Though I am technically writing a lyric poem for the stage, in breadth and depth it is an epic poem. Enjoy the lyrical excerpt of my upcoming stage epic, "What If."
I mean What If
"What If"
If people used road signs for diapers, I still don't think you can
shove a "Baby on Board" sign up a baby's ass and get away with it.
If pesto sauce were a shampoo, it wouldn't be funny if you put it in a
small dish and said "Madge, I'm soaking in it" because that would be a
parody of a Palmolive commercial from the '70's and Palmolive is a
hand soap. But your hair would smell better.
If pickled lemons replaced chocolate chips, diets would be a lot
easier to follow.
If herpes were a brain disease spread by information instead of
intercourse, you would be infected by the end of this blog post because I read
legions of different blogs, books and magazines and can't commit to one. And I
read blogs with chancre sores.
I mean What If
"What If"
If people used road signs for diapers, I still don't think you can
shove a "Baby on Board" sign up a baby's ass and get away with it.
If pesto sauce were a shampoo, it wouldn't be funny if you put it in a
small dish and said "Madge, I'm soaking in it" because that would be a
parody of a Palmolive commercial from the '70's and Palmolive is a
hand soap. But your hair would smell better.
If pickled lemons replaced chocolate chips, diets would be a lot
easier to follow.
If herpes were a brain disease spread by information instead of
intercourse, you would be infected by the end of this blog post because I read
legions of different blogs, books and magazines and can't commit to one. And I
read blogs with chancre sores.
# posted by Mo Diggs : 7:39 PM
