“No support”
She says
I don’t support her
in any thing she does,
But tonight I have had
three phone calls
asking how to
make a hyperlink
to you tube for
a power point
presentation.
Before the phone rang
I was stumbling around
my bedroom
dancing with a
polystyrene head
wearing
A fedora in a drunken
Stupor.
I turn down the music.
I give her the instructions.
I Un-do my brazier.
You crazy bitch,
I can hardly support
My self.
She says
I don’t support her
in any thing she does,
But tonight I have had
three phone calls
asking how to
make a hyperlink
to you tube for
a power point
presentation.
Before the phone rang
I was stumbling around
my bedroom
dancing with a
polystyrene head
wearing
A fedora in a drunken
Stupor.
I turn down the music.
I give her the instructions.
I Un-do my brazier.
You crazy bitch,
I can hardly support
My self.
The International Syndicate of Cult Film Critics aim to celebrate shoddy B-movies and straight-to-video films. We will cover these flicks fondly, with tongues firmly kept in our cheeks. The one thing we ask of those who contribute to the Club is that you must watch the film in its entirety, even if this means having to strap yourself down onto a chair and getting your eyelids locked out like Alex DeLarge from ‘A Clockwork Orange’. It is imperative that you absorb the visual treats.
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"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
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