Talked-Up

One father told his kid that his advice
for life was the same as for the track –
Never bet on a horse named
“See You Later.”

Outside a City bakery
I overheard one man tell another
that his main complaint with their
religion was that it’s “too sticky.”

In all up-to-date cities,
the less substantial be a thing
the more it must be talked-up.

In an attempt to better exemplify the passionate power of human irritation over the cold hold of mere reason, this one fellow who hated socks with a violent intensity, cut off his feet.  (That’ll show ‘em, shorty.)

A fellow approached me down in the subway
and said he’s always feared that,
“Too brilliant a ‘thinkin’ would make
our lights go out.”

J.