Rumour has it that a certain dickhead tosser has “accidentally” crashed his nice car! Not only crashed it, but entirely written it off, so it will need to be a total insurance payout!
It’s rather fortunate and co-incidental really, as it was having serious engine problems, not to mention the clutch and transmission were playing up too. Perhaps the high repayments that were 4 in arrears, could have contributed to this unfortunate crash with a tree. No I think the only unfortunate part was that it didn’t catch fire we guess.
Oh well, lucky he’s not with AAMI ……. , luckily he is very well conversed with insurance claims, having arranged many “thefts” and write-offs for others for a small fee in the past.
This flash tosser is so cash strapped that for the first time in his life he had to bum $50 off a mate! Not to mention hiding and dodging those he owes…. could it be that the dickhead tosser will be re-categorised as a dickhead moocher in the future??
"Dear Reid, It would be good for YouTube to create a category for POETRY. It should be available in every possible form." Tony Hoagland
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Dickhead
By Tony Hoagland
To whomever taught me the word dickhead,
I owe a debt of thanks.
It gave me a way of being in the world of men
when I most needed one,
– when I was pale and scrawny,
naked, goosefleshed
as a plucked chicken
in a supermarket cooler, a poor
– forked thing stranded in the savage
universe of puberty, where wild
jockstraps flew across the steamy
– skies of locker rooms,
and everybody fell down laughing
at jokes I didn?t understand.
– But dickhead was a word as dumb
and democratic as a hammer, an object
you could pick up in your hand,
and swing,
– saying dickhead this and dickhead that,
a song that meant the world
was yours enough at least
to bang on like a garbage can,
– and knowing it, and having that
beautiful ugliness always
cocked and loaded in my mind,
protected me and calmed me like a psalm.
– Now I have myself become
a beautiful ugliness,
–
and my weakness is a fact
so well established that
it makes me calm,
– and I am calm enough
to be grateful for the lives I
never have to live again;
– but I remember all the bad old days
back in the world of men,
when everything was serious, mysterious, scary,
hairier and bigger than I was;
–
I recall when flesh
was what I hated, feared
and was excluded from:
– Hardly knowing what I did,
or what would come of it,
I made a word my friend.
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"Tony Hoagland is one of the world’s great living poets. I love his humor - his edge - and his great overflowing heart." - Reid
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This is the first in a series featuring great poets from around the world - from nwm - with the permission and blessing of the author.
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"Tony Hoagland is the author of three volumes of poetry: Sweet Ruin, winner of the Brittingham Prize in Poetry, Donkey Gospel, winner of the James Laughlin Award of The Academy of American Poets, and What Narcissism Means to Me, as well as a collection of essay’s about poetry, Real Sofistakashun all by Graywolf Press. His poems and critical essays have appeared widely in journals and anthologies such as American Poetry Review, Harvard Review, and Ploughshares. Hoagland currently teaches in the poetry program at the University of Houston. He is the winner of the 2005 O.B. Hardison Jr. Prize. Awarded by the Folger Shakespeare Library, this is the only national prize to recognize a poet’s teaching as well as his art. Hoagland also received the 2005 Mark Twain Award, given by the Poetry Foundation in recognition of a poets contribution to humor in American poetry." -
Hoagland’s books are available at Amazon.com from Gray Wolf Publishing.