Poem for Jack Spicer in the Middle of the Night

               



     Poem for Jack Spicer

        "My vocabulary did this to me.*"--Jack Spicer's last words



My Facebook did this to me.

My ability to sweet talk cops did this to me.

My lip gloss did this to me.

My remote control did this to me.

My car dealership did this to me.

My Wii Raving Rabbids 2 did this to me.

My bad Morrissey impression did this to me.

My South Park Complete Box Set did this to me.

My Hello Kitty avatar did this to me.

My relationship with Cindy Sherman did this to me.

My Google Alert did this to me.

My meth lab did this to me.

My TIVO did this to me.

My obsession with making grandiose statements did this to me.

My Blogger did this to me.

My car's alternator did this to me.

My frisky Borzoi did this to me.

My ceramic Buddha from Target did this to me.

My childishness towards death did this to me.

My love of gimmicks did this to me.

My inability to end a poem with a strong line did this to me.










So to paraphrase Sarah Silverman, "See, Jack Spicer, you're not all that special."

Nurse: "Actually, Jack, I think it was your liver."

(it) did (this) = transitive abracadabra (bric-a-brac)

do you bricolallate when you should bricolage? i thunk so.

*D.P.W. adds: ."..in many parts of Africa even to this day it is believed that death is an unnatural state of affairs, and that it can only come about by means of black magic or a curse.

What great fun there is in hunting witches, as you may well imagine..."