by Sam Vargo
Lex McGee knew there was bad kharma
Around, such a perfect day,
The flowers sang
The earth hummed hymns
And Lex McGee knew it was flex time.
Lex’s sordid cynicism goes well with orange
Carrots and white wine; the old door mouse
Says into the camera in a falsetto voice.
Fade to black and then some editorializing.
Lex was driving his big white whale Lexus
Through Kansas City when it all came down
Like some bad suspense thriller
Akin to trash-can fires near the railroad tracks.
Lex’s big heart exploded
When he was making love to himself
In his corner room
Of the tenement house
With the glow on from the PC tube
Glowing like a caveman’s fire.
– Lex was with the most beautiful photoshopped
Woman who ever graced a JPEG when his ticker
Exploded. So what happened next?
The movie ends and the credits roll.