We, Ut’ishsih People, demand an apology from Geico. (2)


    Cavemen can not live by bread alone or with butter and no bread. Give us our true duck, and we shall quack no more. We demand both. The High Priestess says, “Tu veux le beurre et l’argent du beurre et le cul de la crémière.”
    Even though we hate how the Ojdispekib CAVEMEN represent us in the GEICO commercials, and dislike the implied insult that GEICO makes, we ask you to vote** for the Caveman commercial in the series, because we want to keep a high level of publicity focused on our plight.
    Why do we protest now? Not only do we resent the distortions and insults of the GEICO commericials, but we also dislike how the pompous Ojdispekib who appear in the GEICO spots represent themselves like creature Literati who have become the pets and pawns of the oppressive upper classes.
    I, like many of the Ut’ishsih People stayed behind in the secret caves for most of our life, and rarely, if ever, have we ventured into the up-top world. But with modern media, there’s no more hiding, and I probably should establish myself outside the cave where the Grand Council has no jurisdiction — Utcoozhoo seems to think their benevolent dictatorship is about to transform itself into a malignant evil that might even threaten the up-top world, but politics doesn’t interest me.

Cavemen hate insults. Some are very intelligent. Ref: “It’s so easy even a caveman could do it.”
The cable lines into the secret tunnels are hard to maintain. So we’re not always up-to-date with TV commercials.
    We have written a diary of our activities, “The Blog That Would Destroy the World.”, and we demand an apology, a peace treaty, black-raspberry Duck once a week, and free Cave Insurance including insurance for tunnel boring equipment.

** GEICO VOTES

The Diary of the Cavemen Is Out There

We, the Ut’ishsih people, have remained hidden in our caves to protect ourselves as has been decreed by the Gods, whoever they are. We believe our Gods are superior to your pagan derived distortions of history. Our Gods came, they gave us salvation by providing all our needs in the caves: they gave us venison…

Cavemen hate insults. Some are very intelligent. Ref: “It’s so easy even a caveman could do it.”
The cable lines into the secret tunnels are hard to maintain. So we’re not always up-to-date with TV commercials.
    We have written a diary of our activities, “The Blog That Would Destroy the World.”, and we demand an apology, a peace treaty, black-raspberry Duck once a week, and free Cave Insurance including insurance for tunnel boring equipment.

Thinking at the Airport (2)


Cavemen hate insults. Some are very intelligent. Ref: “It’s so easy even a caveman could do it.”
The cable lines into the secret tunnels are hard to maintain. So we’re not always up-to-date with TV commercials.
    We have written a diary of our activities, “The Blog That Would Destroy the World.”, and we demand an apology, a peace treaty, black-raspberry Duck once a week, and free Cave Insurance including insurance for tunnel boring equipment.

Candidates for Office

If they’d lose face
blowing horns, a façade

the engines of their mouths
would be reluctant to start, but no

beware the running of the bull,
the curmudgeon
a running faux pas

Caveat horns:
a meandering road trip
and fall from grace
and Grace his wife

Beware,
he’s running for office
space, outer umbilicus aid,
a platform in favor of
an orange blockade
a navel contemplation of ships

Beware the march
the trip,
say Grace

Methylenetetrahydrofolate Reductase (MTHFR)

Alright, oh babe
if you need a petite
broccoli feast and me
just call out
and say now

oh my
methylene
tetra
hydro-
folate, oh yeah say

reductase babe, and

if you can’t take a B9
you can be mine to implore,
and for now just explore

just say
methyl any
tetra hydro
and folate yeah, hey

I’ll give you me and my
reductase babe, any day

and I’ve got your nomenclature
right here, and say
Ethyl Merman three times fast
and click your heels to
go back to Kansas City
for the folic follies
and a Wizard at the lab.

We, the Ut’ishsih People, Are Insulted by Geico, and Demand an Apology

Cavemen hate insults. Some are very intelligent. Ref: “It’s so easy even a caveman could do it.”

The cable lines into the secret tunnels are hard to maintain. So we’re not always up-to-date with TV commercials.
    We have written a diary of our activities, “The Blog That Would Destroy the World.”, and we demand an apology, a peace treaty, black-raspberry Duck once a week, and free Cave Insurance including insurance for tunnel boring equipment.

The Feathers of You

Your mingle, jingle joy
tickles me airworthy
gives me flight, so lift me
and wing it all, ’cause

your mingle jingle joy
carries me skyward

Oh, your magic spiral
spins me skyward, and

your mingle jingle joy
escalates me so, though

before you flew in
I was in a pickle
feeling sour and blue

now your magic spiral
spins my jingle joy
like a tour de force

an escalating spiral
fête de l’amour

your mingle jingle joy
pickles me in salty passion because

you flew onto my runway
with hors d’oeuvres
and blue sky.