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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

2 comments
Robert
Robert

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.

John Reyes
John Reyes

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.