How I see the chief

FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Posts: 12,223
edited April 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
He would wear a monocle on his left eye
and a leather glove on his right hand
and he would nurse this gargantuan cat
who would sit on top of the pc monitor
hissing at ghosts of its master's victims

and he'd have little bits of toilet paper stuck to his chin
even though he didn't cut himself shaving
because he couldn't grow facial hair
and he'd have a tick of a grunt like an oshi dashi pushout
and he'd say things to this great fucking cat such as

"We know, don't we, Mopsy? He was a bad, bad man
and he had to be taught a lesson, didn't he?
Tried a takeover bid on ME, eh?
He crossed the line! He should have known
this is my domain!" Meanwhile, he'd throw a peanut

at a half-clothed, chained, pucefaced slave,
ordering a stormtrooper to kick him to clear the last man's blood off the floor:
"Servile minion! With your tongue! What were you before?
Human resources co-ordinator? Well, co-ordinate what's
left of that human and dispose of it... now...."

Really, that's how I see him. It's in his turn of phrase.
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Comments

  • oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
    i see the chief with ordinary feather,
    ordinary thoughts,
    just very ordinary,
    not much,
    nonesuch crap thoughts as will rule some and then most who follow..

    and after relflection..

    i see no such chief worthy of the name..
    Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
    As she slams the door in his drunken face
    And now he stands outside
    And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
    He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
    What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
    Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
    And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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