Language is flowering, new blooms of meaning
abound everywhere: Reintarnation, returning to
life as an idiot bozo
Bozone, a substance that stops bright ideas from
penetrating, Karmageddon, people sending off bad
vibes, the earth exploding
Decafalon, getting through the day consuming only
what’s good for you; Dopeler effect, stupid ideas
seeming smarter when coming at you rapidly
Beelzebug, satan as a mosquito, Abdicate, give up all
hope of having a flat stomach; Oyster, sprinkling my
conversation with Yiddishisms
Lymph, to walk with a lisp –
Oi vey, I’m a lonely Oyster walking with a Lymph today,
my present existence is a Reintarnation, my only hope
Karmageddon to end it all, I have Abdicated ages ago,
no Decafalon could ever save me, living life in Bozone….
Washington Post
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