Tuesday, July 18, 2006

A Poem written from the perspective of Hilton Hightower were he to visit South Texas in the Summer

The only things fatter
than all these fat-ass
people

are their giant
shit-heaps-on-wheels

3 comments:

Hilton Hightower said...

Mr. Polar. This is an eloquent message in very uneloquent times. You have truly managed to capture the anger I feel at:
1) intense heat,
2) fat ass people,
3) giant passenger vehicles.

If I were to visit South Texas (again) , it would be by cover of absolute night, and the film cameras that captured the Hindenburg disaster would be the only ones to catch my disdain on film.

Ron Polar said...

Uhh... I don't think I really said anything about intense heat. I just now tried adding some stuff about the people melting like sticks of butter. But it made the poem too long. Brevity = mojo. Also they wouldn't melt because they're inside their climate-controlled passenger vehicles.

Hilton Hightower said...

Yes . . . I see that now.

Heat has been a subject most fully on Hilton Hightower's mind of late, and his anger is magnetizing ideas to his brain at a rate never before experienced in this solar system.

In the future (well, what little future the mortals have left), I will attempt to only focus on issues at hand, and not that ones that bubble under the surface, per magnetized brain shrapnel.