Whip of Whimsy II

More of the whimsy and small picture: why in God's name is there an exhibition for DISPOSAL ie things that UCL has been hoarding in the museums but thinks it should get rid of? They give you some stickers upon entry and you have to ax something-either the soil samples or hippo skeleton, or the formaldehyde critters. Why can't we just go around hoarding in peace anymore? Hold on to all the things that seem so unimportant you wouldn't even give it a name until you don't have them anymore. Like being a fresher, or Barney the formaldehyde geko. Here's some food for thought: Get some stickers and put them on the things unworthy in your life, and I mean when pondering from a place of NO SENTIMENT. You'll end up with a toilet, knife, fork, possibly a spoon and some blue tack. Blue tack is a dirty, unsentimental fiend.



To Be Polite
You dissolve into sand and make a mess on the floor:
Breaking up with anyone is always the same
trying to pry
Blue tack off the wall
praying it won’t make a stain.
Then trying to tear up the pictures,
lonely memory keys.

Rip them down and pick
The lock-
Make a statement to that wall!
Show it how you roll your dice,
And how they sweat hidden in your fist.
Next time you won’t be the parrot and say it back,
You won’t be the “i do” or “the one” for
One summer or a smile.
Attack taxes less than your charade
(True it’s easy to make someone happy
When they are afraid,
But it’s always easiest to make
Someone miserable. Misery
pulls its own weight).