Fried Prattle

Well I haven't blogged in a while
- though I've been in the mood to prattle.
And though the rope's still lengthy,
We've been feeling a lot like cattle.

Calling Ms Parker, Calling Ms Parker,
would you please report to the round table?
through the haze of smoke and leftist folk
would you continue to fuck life's fable?


When fried turn to Ms Parker eh?

CODA - Dorothy Parker

There's little in taking or giving,
There's little in water or wine;
This living, this living, this living
Was never a project of mine.
Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is
The gain of the one at the top,
For art is a form of catharsis,
And love is a permanent flop,
And work is the province of cattle,
And rest's for a clam in a shell,
So I'm thinking of throwing the battle-
Would you kindly direct me to hell?