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Satire

For wonderful satire, check out Paul Rudnick's columns in "Shouts and Murmurs" on the New Yorker site. Here's a spoof on Intelligent Design:
http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2005/09/26/050926sh_shouts

Exquisite Corpse, Installment 3

Your Fetish is Not Worth Talking About

Delicately I sit, dismembering the peel-off labels.
Did I write grocery lists with such malice?
At times I can’t seem to find my legs. In fact,
they were amputated, though lace veils their absence.
Beneath the serene preoccupation, I bleed.
The others cannot see the gashes
--they’re hidden by the cloth.
But a man of the cloth might peer under
the slippery skirts, scrying so succinctly.

~ASC, JLSC, DLB, LLC

Exquisite Corpse, Installment 2

Where the Truth Lies

The makeup artist worked his magic to hide
rude fact. These three women have been
scraped beautiful and told to look like family,
the oldest kept wrinkled to maintain the illusion
of wisdom and benevolence. But behind
their stretched lips
pulled back in rictus imitation smile, each
line of straight teeth morphs at night
into sharpened fangs,
drinking away years of good deeds:
life on the rocks. The glass is empty, but
the smiles will never reveal the truth.

~LLC, ASC, JLSC, DLB

Exquisite Corpse, Installment 1

Construct Your Own Self-DefenseHe thinks you're a prowler in his summer home
So he paddles in the serene dawn, blind to hidden currents,
unaware that below the glassy surface
an alligator lurks to claim his prey.
Hold back his teeth to keep him away
from the cataract, the lethal fangs of rocks, the certain
pull and force of inevitable falls, just beyond
the grinning hippos and furious rapids, past
the staircase that you used to call home.

~DLB, LLC, ASC, JLSC, 06-03-07

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