Nanotech Speckles

by Winston C. Mars

December 12, 2005

Nanotech speckles
form freckles
electronic, bionic
and fair

On my face
and the space around
as sound
pleasing sound
eeks from
the sparkles there
in my glittery hair

Bear hair, cloned
re-zoned
to my bald scalp
like carpeting the Alps
like beautiful Ralph
my refurbished neighbor

Breath smells
clickable by choice
ride on my voice
butterscotch and mint
lavender
with a hint
of plum
No gum!
We have no more need for gum

Genetically
hermetically
engineered foods
that exude
such a pleasing aroma
when eaten

Secreting
aromatherapeutic oils
which internally toil
to freshen your insides
andâ€¦
What did you think?
My shit doesn't stink!

Teeth whitening
hoagies are lovely
bravely doing battle
with my
cigarette-stained enamel

For I still cannot quit
not with patches or implants
addiction-quenching
brain lacquers
or crackers
Quit Crackers
or the help of brain hackers
it's all of no use

Thankfully this
engineered tobacco
is opium-enriched
so reality is ditched
and my worries
all scurry to
dark far-off places

As three of my spare faces
are buffed and embossed
and tossed like a pizza
as my complexion
direction
heads toward
beautiful
and I itch at the Velcro
micro-sewn
to my
skull.

Milestones

1990: Red Bagel's dark vision of the future presented in lecture form at a local college predicts a war in Iraq, though he incorrectly predicts the date as 2002. Unlessâ€¦ well, we'll wait and see, won't we?

Now Hiring

Bartender. Mix all variety of drinks, serve beers with a quick smile and friendly expression. Listening a must, flipping bottles and spinning like in Cocktail a plus. Must know when to cut off Ramrod Hurleyâ€”immediatelyâ€”and when to cut off Red Bagelâ€”never, if you like your job.

Top Missing Work Excuses

1.	Challenger Flashback
2.	Too Fucked Up on Meth
3.	It's Pretty Outside
4.	Thought it Was Nuked
5.	Didn't Really Miss It That Much

Sentence
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The Sissy
If you call me a prick do I not cry? Bully, thine mouth offends me fuck it Was it not me who kept secret your smoking your out of class without a pass you hi-jinks and ne'er-do-wells? I reach out my hand and you turn it back to smack my own cheeks... (9/26/05)

Your Ass is Grass and I'm the Lawnmower
Your ass is grass and I'm the lawnmower You're slower than Noah with his Ark overflowin' And I'm fast like the gas you passed when you harassed my nose last. You've got mast ass you butt pirate I know you desire it so don't pretend you're not... (9/5/05)