Baby Shaq should be sliding his way through the birth canal sometime next April, just in time to watch his namesake in the playoffs. In honor of this naming ceremony, we present one of the early (only) works of his father, McBone Poet Laureate Micheal Foliglio, from The Diz-aster Book of Poems:
"Lony"
lony lony lony
lony lony lony
OH what a lony
I hate lonies
lony lony lony
lony lony lony
lony lony lony
Though scholars remain divided as to what exactly a lony is, this short piece remains among the most admired in his canon. Lyrical and blithely dark, "Lony" distills the fears and follies of a generation in seven lines of apparent whimsy. As with most of his work, the fluttering, staccato gaity is but a costume that thinly shrouds a world gone wrong, at least in the eyes of the famously irascible bard.
May young Shaquille be blessed with a less tortured soul than his father's.
nwb
1 comment:
Those words ring through my soul in much the same way as the paintings of James Ensor.
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