I showed off my Hifi.
"Fu*king Hot! Man!"
Said the dude in baggy pants.
The trousers slipping relentlessly—
I was afraid of his wardrobe malfunction.
I was pleased as a punch,
and baffled in equal measures—
what made this inanimate thing
desirable enough
for such a strong invocation of copulation?
I was sure it was a stereo— didn't bet on being a radiator.
Then came the girl in tight jeans,
wore it as epidermis:
"awwww it is COOOOL"
Was she cooing her cat?
Was it cool enough
to replace my aircon?
My befuddled mind seemed to ask—
Hot or Cool,
how could both be good?
But, the girl looked good…
said awwww with a delicious pout—
so Cool, it was.
An aside—
the girl said "cool",
but my cheeks felt flushed. I wondered why.
My dear friends,
amidst the calamitous probability
of wardrobe malfunction
and cheeks' temperature surge:
The Hifi said—
"I remained unplugged"
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Author:
Rebellion In Sanity (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A long time back I read a book by Moravia. It was one of his most definitive works on consumerism. I was taken aback by its contents- almost entire book was about sexual escapeds of a girl and her step mother. In the poem above, I took a similar (albeit much less focused or artistic than Moravia) tangential trajectory to bring out a genuine lack of depth and absence of patience in this age of social media.
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Comments4
Love wordplay and the idiosyncrasies of language and this is a stone cold example. A fave
Your comments and fave- really appreciate the kindness. Please accept my deepest gratitude 🙏
Not from kindness but merit you are most welcome.
They were doing the best they could...... I suppose.....
I am sure of that too 😁😀😁.
Thank you very much for your support 🙏
Rebellion, this is sharp and playful. Beneath the humor and wordplay, you caught the Moravia thread...consumerism, sexuality, and the absence of patience in a shallow age. Strong, witty piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so very much for your kindness.
I have poor memory since childhood. Can't recall places, names etc. But Time of Desecration, which I read around 45 years back, refuses to go away. Perhaps that distinguishs exceptional from the good.
I deeply appreciate your read and support 🙏
Tremendous.
Thank you very much for your kind word.🙏
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