Hell Yeah!
(Stephen Colbert sticker poem* II)
Here’s what I say:
“Hells yeah!!” That’s
at least what I say on
nights such as the one
through which I am
presently scooting.
It's a disaster (this
particular night).
Like Oh, what a night
(Cause I ain’t got no
money...)! But I can dance,
that I can do. Watch
me exit the stage all
by myself, head to the
coat check, suck the
coat check guy’s
lower lip (just a little
bit; it’s a thing), walk
out into the night fog.
Done. Alone. Alone
and done. Not that com-
pletion and/or singularity
in and of themselves is bad,
nor in need of iteration (cf,
further previous hyperbolic
journal entries), except...
I’m a weirdo anyway, we
can all agree on that (right?).
I’m not actually done, how-
ever. I mean, I sit here writ-
ing this to you sitting next to
a brand new friend (also a
weirdo, but I think that’s
probably okay). Oh, if life
were circuitous and evolv-
ing in any significant
sort of way. . . .
*the title of this poem is from a page from Stephen Colbert’s
I Am America And So Can You which has a set of “STICKERS,”
each with a phrase which he recommends using to show that
you are the “man in charge” or that “you’ve got it all under
control” – I assume to be used especially when the man-reader
actually has no clue, or simply isn’t interested or even paying
attention
