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No Accounting

 

The Jag is in the driveway

behind the iron gates,

the home was christened "My-Way"

(he who loses hesitates)

 

All the frills are garish

from The Pillars to The Pool,

the gothic-faux nightmarish

its rendition most uncool.

 

The topiary is phallic

it's freudiently flawed,

the colour palette so manic

passing psychopaths applaud.

 

A bronze eagle guards the doorway

it's talons dipped in gold,

Munch's art screams in the hallway

a fucking car-crash to behold.

 

A kaleidoscope of carnage

a tragedy of taste,

like a turd that can't be varnished

or a Henry Moore defaced.

 

Audio and video available at link below

https://wolfgarwords.com/2024/11/04/no-accounting/

https://www.youtube.com/@DavidRLMoore/videos

 

 

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David RL Moore

Fri 8th Nov 2024 06:24

Thanks for the new likes and to Martin for his comments.

David RL Moore

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Martin Peacock

Thu 7th Nov 2024 09:06

Expertly wrought, David. It could be written about Trump's new best friend, Musk. And i love the line, "it's freudiently flawed".

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David RL Moore

Thu 7th Nov 2024 06:44

Thanks for the new likes and to Stephen for the comment.

Gold bathroom fittings are up there with the worst offenders, the go to decor of tyrant dictators.

David

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Stephen Gospage

Wed 6th Nov 2024 21:50

Superbly written, David. I never did get round to ordering that gold-plated toilet.

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David RL Moore

Wed 6th Nov 2024 14:34

Thanks Tom,

nothing wrong with a gnome or two.

Hope you are well.

David

TOM MERTON

Wed 6th Nov 2024 09:24

Thank you for the explanation David. Fortunately I wasn't a million miles away from what your poem was actually about.

I'll just go out and say good morning to my garden gnomes and gate posts stone lions. 😀

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David RL Moore

Wed 6th Nov 2024 06:45

Hi Tom, thanks for your reading and comment.

I hadn't really thought about the poem in terms of aspirations. I was leaning more toward bad taste, although I see how that ties in with your thinking.

Of course bad taste knows no social / class boundaries.

The desire to project ones perception of material wealth seems a basic human instinct in these shallow days.

David

TOM MERTON

Tue 5th Nov 2024 12:35

Correct me if I'm wrong David but I think it is safe to say that the ' keeping up with the Jones's bullshit ( which this piece comes over as to me ) due to the present financial climate is now dead in the water-thank f!- cheers muchly.

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David RL Moore

Tue 5th Nov 2024 07:57

Thanks to RBK and Tobani for the likes.

David

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