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Hot Buttered Bread

 

Oh so wisely picks Fred Buffard
His oh-so-handy friends.

It seems he knows,
As I now here disclose,

Which side his toast,
As he is apt to boast,

His tasty whole-wheat bread---
That selfsame toast of wily Fred---

Comes buttered.

 

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weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 5 months ago

While mis/interpreting the

While mis/interpreting the labour/capitalist exploitive references in this highly deconstructive piece I can't help but wonder if the Buffard/bufoonist name may imply a disingenuous fabrication of homeliness for exploitive purposes. Of course if my interpretation is way off mark blame Foucault's Pentopticon. cheers, Jess
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Quillsvein1

18 years 5 months ago

you

and Mark (connect11) should swap verses with Wolfgang Puck. YUMMY! sensual, hungry poetry here. i expect nothing less from you, of course! great job