Ho Ho (Hum) Seven
As boring as an alto’s pulsing throat
(Or tenor’s) singing Schumann lieder, or
“Four Seasons” on your phone, an anecdote
Your uncle has retold ten times before,
A James Yawned movie comes around again.
They’re all the same, same female baddies, plot
The same, same villain, all the same, John Wayne
In cardboard yet again. All these are naught
In value, but the audience will “think”
The glitzy guns and weapons, contraptions
And jazzed jalopies, gizmos on the brink
Of brilliance, worthy of Batman captions.
The fact that they are all formulaic
Makes them right for stupid minds, prosaic.
~ Phillip Whidden