By J.J. Tindall
THE EMPEROR’S NEW GOWN
I like
nice things.
A big house,
for starters.
I fancy
the subdivision
called Moral
Highgrounds.
Fellas! I expect
to be supported
in the manner to which
I am accustomed!
Of course, she’ll
have to
buy my sex
with a legally-sanctioned guarantee
of lifetime
security
and a
regular supply
of pretty,
shiny things. O yeah.
I’m talking REGULARLY!
MY WEDDING!
YAY! A celebration
of ME, attended by
my bros
in otherwise-useless
mauve
suits. Register at
Tiffany’s on the Mag Mile
and book your suite at the Hyatt Regency
in plenty
of time (well: if
you care
to remain
in Our Good
Graces).
After, and
ONLY after
the expensive, tasteless,
gaudy, public Kow-Tow
to Our Grand
Romance, I’ll
then divulge
my vasectomy AND
my “spontaneous”
decision to stop
working (NO:
we can’t
sell the
house!). She’ll have to
dump all
her friends
and adore
mine.
She’ll have to
feign interest
in my interests (e.g.
football, gambling, strippers)
attend dinner parties
with my fellow
Monster Brides
and GO SHOPPING!
WOO-
HOO!
After all,
I’m only
a
man.
–
J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
Posted on January 25, 2008