! Another Cliché, Er, Bites The Dust

Poem By Michael Shepherd

Every few months, a shot rings out
in the desert of the public mind;
another cliché (reading its local newssheet,
chewed cigar in mouth, string tie,
six-gun handy, sheriff’s badge
worn shamelessly..) .. thup..
bites the studio dust…

Last year ‘bout this time,
we buried WMD.. or
‘wepmastruc’ in Bushspeak…
seems it had lived quite long enough,
demented in the Sunset Home…

This week, we’re invited to the wake
after the private burial of
War On Terror; RIP (for some) :

Seems it’s made life too heroic
for this captive audience:
a pre-Christian world,
neatly divided into forces of evil,
forces of good: you’n-me’n-Johnny Wayne’n-
the Mayor of Carmel ’gainst
the bad guys.. but…
some guy up in the projection room
lost the last reel… now we’ll never know
about that happy ending (fade in music) ..

seems the old guy saw life just too black and white
(I’m talking metaphorically, OK?)
and life just ain’t that simple any more… pardner..
the old West is dead…so ride off into the sunset,
ole ‘War on Terror’…as the credits roll -
the bad guy now lives down the street from you;
a quiet family, always greet you as they pass..

but don’t worry, ours is a lively language
here in Spinville; we’ll think of something else,
like, say, ‘Neighbour Threat’…
just fill in this form, would you,
and don’t forget the
‘Confidential Neighbour Information’ page?

Comments about ! Another Cliché, Er, Bites The Dust

And the newspaper quote is ALWAYS: 'They were such nice, quiet people Too! I never expected anything like THIS! ' Great writing, Father of Wisdom!

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