My Godot-Shaped Hole
by George LaCas
Godot teases round the edges of my
God hole, that God-shaped gap
With his I might be there, or I might not
Which can mean anything, really.
Well guess the news, Godot: you can
Hit the bricks, get steppin, and go fill
Your own God hole, you plastic swami
You master of the no-show, of the
Not-interested when you get here.
God hole, that God-shaped gap
With his I might be there, or I might not
Which can mean anything, really.
Well guess the news, Godot: you can
Hit the bricks, get steppin, and go fill
Your own God hole, you plastic swami
You master of the no-show, of the
Not-interested when you get here.
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Nice how these struggle with/fugue off Beckett as much as Godot, in my reading, anyhow.
Thanks, James. I may have a wide streak of the Absurd in me.
I like the tone here. Nicely done, George. Good closing.
I liked this.
Especially "Go fill your own God hole, you plastic swami"
I might have to start quoting you
Rene
its a great series, I love it when writers tear into their obsessions.
Nicely done kiss-off. Well executed.
Enjoyed this.