Saturday, February 14, 2015

The New Americans

He is almost filthier than
The twenty pigeons that he
Somehow has gathered enough
Scraps to feed.

Almighty to them.
Bringer Of Food.
"Look," someone says,
"Parasites on a parasite!"

I think of gods. And parasites,
Picking laughs from
Their unjudgemental
Sverre G Holter, "Gods and Parasites" (Oct 27, 2014)


FreeThinke said...

More echoes of The Threepenny Opera and Mohagonny in settings reminiscent of Gustav Doré!

Nothing jaunty, robust, in-your-face decadence.

Thersites said...

...but all the same, with a grain of truth.

FreeThinke said...

Of course! All good comedy contains elements of tragedy and vice versa -- as I'm sure you know.

-FJ said...

...and as my most recent post describes. ;)