Cruised into work one morning and out of the blue found this zinger of a poem, "Bad Influence Girl," by Janet Rogerson, posted on social media. Set aside all morning e-mails, relishing her wild new poems. Faux-twerking the Mardis Gras in New Orleans, this bit of satire was propelled to life by the sass and sauce of Janet's 1st stanza. Look her up on Google+, amigos. She's a happy hurricane slicing up the doldrums...
A bad influence girl is sampling a department store. She takes my hand, leads me into traffic just as it starts to breathe again. She runs, pulling me through five lanes throwing her head back laughing like she’s just turned sausages to gold and is wearing a string of them around her neck..... _________________________________________________________________ FAT TUESDAY SONG (for Mardis Gras) Just what the planet needs right now... The free world sorely needs -- Legions more -- Bad Influence Girls And dancing global warming feeds... Hot trance, a hive of hand-swept curls No blushes on their knees, the girls stand Tall, tossing gilded sausage garlands Off imperial balconies to boot The carnal cool parade, Le Carnaval de Joie That presses past, a steady grinding Tide like sheep and goats in a stockyard chute, Sleepy-eyed and grinning, neatly Groomed for the abattoir. One dire "Badder the Better" clone Girl perched above, furls her tie-died T shirt high, Serene and zaftig, swept off in some Samba zone She flings with blase' joy more jewelry of meat, Flesh trapped and shredded from this world, Headed for the next. (Now pause, repeat.) Semi-precious? Rare as Mardis Gras beads, New necklaces of afterbirth about To be reborn as pearls are Raining down to meet the needs Of blank-eyed shuffling reveler boys And girls embracing the longish Night... Oh here they come, inurred to joys, Yo Mama here they come Unblessed and numb, insentient to Light. © Copyright 2016-2020, John Hessburg / The Diction Aerie. All rights reserved. © "Bad Influence Girl" 1st verse / Copyright Janet Rogerson.
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evelynjane
6/15/2016 11:20:14 pm
Wonderful and sassy - yours and hers. peace
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John Hessburg, Editor
6/16/2016 02:27:39 pm
Sass & sassafras -- sometimes it's just that simple. Funny thing how many "off the grid" e-mails we've gotten from confused friends, ie folks at church, who never caught the irony of "Fat Tuesday Song." Yes, it is facetious, entirely, & a gentle dig at pop culture's inanity & moral vacuum. On the bright side, Miss Rogerson's poems really rock it, though, you should check them out. Take care, E.J.
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