Val enjoys writing prose in rhymes by always leaving a message of a life truism in each piece.
I'm laughing as I think how none of my satires could possibly reveal anything new, as by now every sober soul has a clear idea how "homo sapiens" (Greek for "wise man") is not what describes the most of our race.
O.K., it still sounds better than Neanderthal, or Homo Erectus (this latter one having nothing to do with anything pertaining to eroticism). Well, we always liked flattering ourselves with our labels, statuses, what-not, but defining us would definitely depend on what aspect of us we would focus on.
Let's say, it's like defining American greatness. Should we do it by looking at glamour of Hollywood, those rich folks, or by ghettos and those homeless, who, by far outnumber those first mentioned?
Or, should we ignore all those uneducated and illiterate, and talk exclusively about personages like Albert Einstein, Nikola Tesla, Elon Musk, and Donald Trump? Hey, he repeatedly claimed to be a "very stable genius" -- so who am I to argue.
After all, how could I compare with him. I am just a modest old fart living in a modest one bedroom apartment, in one modest Canada; whereas Trump is a self-made multi-billionaire, enjoying his enormous wealth -- which is showing all over his happy face; also a successful and beloved president of the most prosperous, most powerful, happiest, most harmonious country in the world.
Well, satires are good -- albeit some of the readers always see them as mocking, while others go deeper seeing them as eye-openers. That's one risk a satiric always has to take.
Maybe in my next pieces I'll go romantic and write about angels, babies, springtime blooms and love. Not now though.
Why is the King of Hearts the only one that hasn't a moustache?
-- James Branch Cabell
Moustache Doesn't Make a Man
Moustache doesn't make a man
and nor does an absence of it
so, to get an admiring fan
you gotta have true grit.
Huge moustache or thin
bushy one or hardly seen
with a goatie or smooth chin
none of that will make you win.
It's charisma and strong vibes
not an advertised hairy face
and it's all that describes
manly man of any race.
There are those who try to hide
their true nature soft and tame
masking their vulnerable side
out of pride, or out of shame.
Somewhere religious rules may dictate
distinction from the "weaker" gender
while secretly evoking their hate
for not being nice and tender.
But then again, moustache could mean
merely a decoration on man's face
although it should never be seen
as replacement for manliness.
We are living in a generation where people "in love" are free to touch each other's private parts, but are not allowed to touch each other's phones because they are private.
-- Robert Mugabe
Cell Phone Craze
Invention of the cell phone beats one of the car
as we'd rather switch back to horse and cart
and agree to walk no matter how far
than from our cell phone to part.
Doesn't take a shrink to call it a surrogate friend
or maybe a parent, a teacher, or whoever
it has become really some crazy trend
not making us look very clever.
Those incessant monologs sounding a big deal
on sidewalks, in stores, restrooms, and bars
and selfies taken with narcissistic zeal
not to mention texting in cars.
My special treat is hearing those cyber-fights
as idiots get oblivious to all people around
one of those truly irreplaceable sights
to watch and hear how they sound.
And yet, not so much I'd mock rather
than two people sitting at the table
having chat by texting each other
what I call "socially disabled".
Protests about privacy are a laughing stock
as you don't need to tap someone's phone
just follow the freak around the block
and you'll know all that's going on.
Come beginning of December, public Christmas carols become a suggestive cue for shopping sprees, with "Merry Christmas" turning into "Happy Holiday" to include non-Christian shoppers.
-- Val Karas
Say It "Marry Christmas" This Time
I'm not what you'd call a religious dude
not publicly defending any noble cause
but at times getting in this satiric mood
commenting on some silly human flaws.
So, if Happy Hanukkah is sounding right
and Ramadan is dignified as special day
well, I'm not really here to protest, or fight
but why Christmas is called happy holiday?
Is it to justify non-Christians business making big buck
profiting from sales on the festivity with no name
or is it to allow every non-religious schmuck
to forget differences and make us same.
Whatever the whole case may really be
it doesn't piss me off -- not one bit
it just amuses a dude like me
as I've got no hairs to split.
But to say the least, it's strange
how an old tradition loses its name
as Christians really wanted that change
making out of it just another profitable game.
© 2020 Val Karas