Dirge for Humanity (The Happy Slapping Song)
Fifty thousand years from now
I have survived
In celluloid form I am discovered in antecedents
Following an archaeological accident
At the hands of an evolved
And intelligent
Cockroach
poe
Scratching around in the dirt
I am discovered in antecedents
Captured on the Nokian artefact
Replete with names and numbers
Snake games
And a built-in camera eye lense
Footage is found
Re-watched and re-wound
Of a brick thickly administered to my fragile human skull
The battery soon after dies
As did I
As did humanity’s hope
When this phenomenon begun
somebody buy ablett a beer - he seems to need it as much as he deserves it
Ablett doesn’t DRINK!
This song is not about me… it is about an innocent victim. Were someone to film the administration of a brick to my fragile human skull I would be the first (in a long line) to buy them a beer.
IMO: I think this is ’song’ is all about a chicken, as examplified through:
- a low self-esteem
- a head-downward visualisation of the world (inc. bugs)
- “archaeological accident” - egg laying evolution
- “Scratching around in the dirt” (for chickfood)
- “The battery soon after dies” …
Further, “a brick thickly administered to my fragile human skull” - is a direct reflection of human representations as viewed through a live foodstuff - ie. chicken - and how life in general (esp. for a chicken) may ultimately wish for an end to human-instigated suffering and habour some small hope that some good may come of ones ‘passing’ - ie. a good sunday roast.
my subconscious chicken often speaks through me; my kangaroo’s my muse; benji was a dog in a film; he was tortured and abused; the stunts were killers; the benjis were stunted; forty odd died in the making of benji the hunted.
I’m sorry Benji for your dogsploitation: I picketed the cinema. It made no difference.
Your diatribe of derogatory comments saddens me. That your heart is seemingly devoid of any warmth and compasion. I hope that someone enforces a hug upon you pronto, before your soul is lost to poetic justice!
Jesus Benji… you’re a sensitive little puppy… I don’t really see anything at all derogatory to you in my rhyming exegesis of the film “Benji the Hunted” but rather to the makers of the film who reportedly went through several Benjis before film’s completion… the little tackers (according to primary school rumour) kept being bumped off by the violent stunts that they were forced to perform on screen.
Puppy-snuff it was!
I tried (god knows I tried!) to find a connection between you and your (some would say inconsiderately facetious) chicken comments via a mutual animal link. Perhaps a haiku would have served my purpose better?
Show some goddamn consideration… now is not the time for violent, enforced hugs. A man is dead, Benji, slapped happily off this mortal coil before his time… and we are all here to mourn him… Jesus… Benji… I can’t…
i was happy slapped by a man forty years ago, long before the mobile telephone. i am now my own doctor and have a happy (slappy) family. thanks for the poem.