“HARD & FAST RULES.” a poem, a.k.a.: “Did You Hear That Elmer Fudd Struck It Rich?” October 17, 2019 (Thursday)
“Rules Rule,” says Saturn, The Elder;
“Hard & Fast,” just like a welder,
Welding solid metal onto an airplane wing,
Which will FLY HIGH; then “Crash and Burn,” I sing. (pause)
THIS AIN’T NO PLACE FOR “HARD & FAST;”
THIS AIN’T NO PLACE FOR RULES THAT LAST;
This IS the place forExceptionsToTheRule,
But Iain’t suggestin’ you be no fool;
FOLLOW THE RULES? EspeciallyThose”SetInStone”byTumblr&Facebook;
The censors are sacred, just like their rules. JUST TAKE A LOOK,
A look at their rules, for pro per et i quette:
GOOD CENSORIAL FOLKS, RULES BOTH WAYS CUT.
Don’t break no rules, or they’ll take you off,
Their sites of perfect, sensible censorship. Cough, Cough, Cough.
This IS a place where, when you feel reasonably strong,
Their rules NEED TO BE BROKEN; so, DON’T GO ALONG;
Say: “F – – – your rules,” and “F – – – you too,”
You who think you and your rules can tell us what to do;
WE’RE “THE INTENTIONAL RULE BREAKING SO CIETY;”
You’ll find us UPHOLDING your standards of etiquette at your next High Tea.
We’re the ones, who often say to ladies fair:
“I love you always,” and “I love your hair,”
Then, the pretty things desperately latch on,
And demand (that) we sing an appropriate song,
Of “decent” compassion and “proper” words and thought,
But Sweeties, a vibrating s – x toy I JUST NOW bought,
And, like that toy, I’m in a brown paper bag,
Never meaning to follow all your rules, and I certainly don’t mean to brag;
I’m just saying (The Moral): “If you always follow rules set in stone,
Pretty soon, no matter how pretty you are, you’ll simply be alone,
And you’ll say: ‘He was right; rules ARE meant to be broken;
I shoulda done me a whole lot more folkin’,
And I shoulda e’t me more bacon and danced in the mud,
And I shoulda e’t more of you too, you stinky Elmer Fudd.’ “
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