Saturday, January 24, 2009

Welcome to Joe Brainard's Pyjamas...

                

THE BIG LOTS of the poetry world.

All of our employees are here to be insulted.

Thats why we, like, give them name tags.

All of the name tags say BILL.

Usually, we are told by discriminating shoppers that they prefer to insult elsewhere, in finer mercantile digs.

But sometimes they slum it.

We have good faux-fur pillows for five dollars.

I bought this and my cat loves to fuck it.

The jizz doesn't bother my houseguests, because I don't tell them.

That they're soaking in it, I mean.

Then they'll want to talk and talk.

And you know how that goes.

1 comments:

d said...

Who's your manager. You are the manager? Well- (she storms off in a huff, obviously unamused :)

xoxo in a stranglehold.