Scorcher

38 Celsius - 100.4 Fahrenheit 18 x 40 cm

THE AGE OF AUSTERITY

O girls of Iowa, of Idaho and Nebraska,

sliding your thunder thighs through the wheat

fields of Ohio and Indiana, girl gods,

gaudy girls in an Ezra Pound

poem about big girls of the Big Ten

going out for a drive

on a humid Illinois afternoon, coming back   

five-minutes later toting bags of glazed doughnuts,

O Nancy and Sissy, Shawn and Peggy Sue

on a heedless plunge into a cataract of

empty calories, wheezing over your eats

like antique Hoovers

while we admire the Pillsbury  

tuck n’ roll of your Swedish,

of your Polish and German skin.

Lean management is like a slogan stuck to

an anorexic’s bumper,

right between banana split

and Christmas turkey, each x-ed out

with a double slash of red magic marker.

Cut the fat off everything essential

and you’re asking for trouble. Who says

our girls can be trained to go without? Someone in a dim factory

is transforming, just for them, animal fat into an edible chip.

Their mission is to ingest it. TV’s on, the remote’s ready.

Farewell lean management, au Revoir vegetable pudding.

Smooth - Santana feat. Rob Thomas