#14 — Don’t let Smillew’s new pub die
An Ode to a Shrine to an Icon of Our Time
As timeless as we want it to be
They say don’t worship false idols.
Who am I to say what’s false? somedays I wake up down under and can’t tell heads from tails.
Our PM wants to spend a gazillion Mu$ks on a bunch of ships that specialise in sinking.
My dog spent three hours chasing his tail around the garden and all it cost me was a handful of lawn fertiliser.
I was gunna stump up for a dog psychiatrist, but figured Albo’s needs are greater.
If he’s deluded enough to believe america — the over-inflated land of the free falling dreams, the fading empire of frat boys and meaningless noise — is worthy of idolising, well…
They say don’t warship false idols.
True icons are larger than life.
I dunno, life seems pretty big. it’s still expanding at a rate of knots — the wind’s beneath my wings. either that, or my dog’s now farting hurricanes.
I guess what they are trying to say is, when our time is up, and every living creature on earth is dead, and aliens come to visit, their thirteen eyes wider than flying saucers at the utter waste and devastation, what would they see?
40,000 giant yellow arches and Smillew’s hat.
I’m ok with that. well, not the corporatised fast food fuckery that brainwashes children, mistreats animals, their workers and the soon-to-be-dead planet, but Smillew.
Smillew, once you dig past all the horn-tooting, self-aggrandising desperation of a tortured artiste, is love.
If we aren’t idolising love then what the fuck are we all doing here anyway?
Love may well have torn us apart but it’s also the only thing that has a chance of bringing us back together again.
So build your shrine. light it up. this is mine.
This was a response to Ann James’s deluded custodians challenge.
The rules are basically whatever you would like them to be (as per usual), but I understood it to be writing a poem about a shrine to the fearless leader of Medium, Smillew Rahcuef.
He now has a new pub:
In his never-ending quest to stay alive/relevant, this pub needs a new story each day to stay active. Send whatever you’ve got lying around. Even poetry.
If you want to read some proper poetry, check out Carlo Zeno’s work: