A Flight of Ideas: The Coke Conspiracy

No. Judy doesn’t love me.  And I don’t love her.

Her job is to help me do my job and in that way
our jobs are secure.

Together we could climb a summit of immense
dimensions!

I lay on the mat in the seclusion room and
considered the War in Viet Nam.

Had the hippies ended it or was it economics?

I mean, had the peace movement become another
hot property, or was it a brand?

I mean, why would Coke want to teach the World
to sing?

How much money does Coke make if everyone
in the World buys everyone in the World one
Coke per day?

I quickly do the math: 7.2 billion people x $2.65
USD per can of coke = $19.08 billion USD!

Per day!

Why is a man who understands Coke’s conspiracy
to end World hunger in a seclusion room?

I called to tell Judy; she had to know my secret!

But she was washing broccoli out of her hair.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved.

A Flight of Ideas: Johnny

Johnny is soft around the middle but that doesn’t bother Pattie.

She nibbles some bits and waits for him to finish his show.

Pattie scrolls through the news:

“Today in an action reminiscent of the worst excesses of the
1960’s a feminist icon burst into flames!”

“Oh me, oh my,” Patti sighs, “I’m so nuts and so obnoxious!”

Johnny weeps with Miss America as Ms. Arkansas is crowned.

Ms. Congeniality stalks across the stage to snatch her check
from the emcee.

“I will use my beauty to feed the World!”  Ms. Arkansas sobs.

The crowd goes wild with sincerity.

(c) Rob Goldstein 1989-2017 Image 2017 All Rights Reserved

A Flight of Ideas: Secret Obscenities

My life ended and sent me into crisis.

An arm around my shoulder, a doctor gives counsel:

He says, if I take my pills, I will forget my grief, I will be happy.

He says, the Lord is in my heart, if I search it, I’ll find him, he’ll
save me.

He says, if I climb the right steps, I’ll be normal, if I talk about it:
this grief I can’t mention.

My lies are those of one who doesn’t trust, and so I fear
that unless the lying stops, I will —

Become the prank who attends his own funeral, mingling
with the mourners, and whispering secret obscenities.

(c)text Rob Goldstein 1984, image Rob Goldstein 2017

A Flight of Ideas: The Food Chain

I am somewhere on the food chain, not high, not low.

I can eat until eaten or watch reruns of Green Acres.

Eva Gabor was more popular than Zsa Zsa but Eva
was never the Queen from Outer Space!

Money does not change poverty when wealth wins out.

Signifiers of class: the rich can choose to skip a bath.

Having a choice is class.

If you must wear a gown, you’re trash.

Eva Gabor as Lisa Douglas on Green Acres
Meme from GIPHY

(c) Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved

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