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Poem: Bring Me the Head of Tim Yap Superstar Columnist!

Yup, he's the guy.

Below is a poem by award-winning poet, fellow tippler, and literary felon Amado Bajarias Jr. which he wrote a few years back. Just find it fitting to post and share it after Yap, a self-proclaimed eventologist mistakenly identified an Inquirer reporter for winning the P741 million ($16.5 million) jackpot. This was reposted previously in eatingthesun.blogspot.com. [See: eatingthesun.blogspot.com, Amado Bajarias Jr., Reporter fears for life after Tim Yap tweet]

infecting the feckless
world
with their mi-droga tu-droga
faux naif venom
Manolo Blahnik et Prada et Miu-Mui
as Weltanschaung chi-chi

these post-Weltschmerz,
post-kitsch, post-irony,
post-cynicism, post-posturing,
post-superficiality, post-hype
post-hubris, post-epater les bourgeois
Nosferatu kindred
with their Roppongi pallor
cultivated in the ciggie-smoke
miasma
of buy-this-and-buy-that
blather

I need to see them tortured, squealing
like abattoir pigs

My God Marcos was right
to ban them society pages
with their pasty-white
vampiric
flash-bulb denizens
sassing
each another
fawning fake-smiles for photo ops
in the Grand Guignol style

I need to see them
faute de mieux disembowelled
slowly
on a rotating spit

Marcos was right to shut them down
a pity he stopped short
of giving them a coup de grace
to their oh-so-chic
beaucoup heads

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  1. I read the article. I feel really terrible for that Inquirer reporter. Meanwhile this eventologist is so malicious. Have you seen his hashtags on Twitter? Vile and irresponsible.

  2. Will try to look it up. Thanks for the tip. Also thanks for reading and posting. He was fired from the Inquirer in 2007, I think.