Monday, October 06, 2008
The World And The Supervillain’s Nightclub
Even if I were a supervillain
and I maintained a nightclub as a front
for my nefarious doings, my hunt
to conquer the very concept of sin,
I wouldn’t let the fellows pushing gin
headline Amy Winehouse on stage to grunt
her way through her act which is, to be blunt,
dying while the world drinks, yawns and looks in.
One good thing about being happily
beyond good and evil is you’re also
beyond shabby, pointless and pathetic.
The supervillain laughing crazily
is a shabby, pointless, pathetic show
but it’s not staged to a drunk’s aesthetic.