by
David Wallace Fleming
‘Member that movie,
Beetlejuice?
yeah, well,
they made it…
with a goose.
But the Beetlegoose
It got Beetle-loooose!
and the fluffers and the fighters
and the bitchers and the biters
couldn’t call no truce.
And Michael Keaton never
nabbed no mousse.
And the miniature foliage
sure weren’t no spruce.
And Dr. Seuss
with his head
in a noose
mumbling,
grumbling,
“It could be woose!”
“It could be woooose!”
as screenwriters re-rained rewrites like panicky Prousts
and bent-over big-timers bet all but their butt toots!
and someone’s dog,
someone’s dog it
woofity-woofs:
“Beetle-goose,
“Beetle-goose!
“B-E-E-T-L-E G–O–O–S–E!”
Yeah,
Beetlegoose
they made it,
they made it with a goose.
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RandomThis is weird, unclassifiable stuff. Much of it centers around technical satire. There's some dream fiction in here also and a variety of experiments with the fictional writing structure and theme.
