The Occupy Wall Street movement appears to be petering out (or “regrouping” as the sympathetic New York Slimes spins it), but at least it left us something to remember it by, other than feces smeared on a police car — a 858-page anthology of Occucommie poetry (PDF). Some of it even rhymes; here’s an excerpt from “School Anthem aka Senioritis” by MC Paul Barman:
I’ll let a mystery gas out of my blistery ass
Just to disrupt the misery of history class
And to entertain your tender brain
When your pain is the same as a fender bender with a train
Analyze the engines
if you gotta go to the rhododendrons
Cut class then serve detentions
Say toodle-oo to the trimmed poodles who
Will grow up to be the adults you now hate
I know what’s futile too
Like throwing a spear at Choate
I’m not here to gloat
I want to be used as your yearbook quote
Abolish class rank
pour sugar in its gas tank
Weighted grades really yank my ass crank
Et cetera. The technical term for this form of rhyme is clanging:
a pattern of speech in which words are selected because of sound rather than meaning, resulting in rhyming and punning (clang association) instead of logic; normal in young children but a sign of mental disturbance in older persons.
Don’t give up your day jobs, Occupoets. But I’m forgetting; they’re too busy loitering, vandalizing, and rioting to even look for jobs.
On tips from GoY and Bob Roberts.