Beverly Hills, Or Fear And Loathing In Nirvana Poem by Bob Genevro

Beverly Hills
'A pearl barf bag'

Your gold teeth munch red hot squirrel nut zippers
Your Peacock Blue eyes glare through aqua sunglasses
Your 2000 private body parts
twisted in a fountain of Calvin Klein cologne

You vote against those people of color
those 'eyesores' at Starbuck's
You conduct Bible studies on Corinthians 13 Love
You attend Reverend Robert Schuller's glass cathedral

You spare the rod
using a wooden paddle with holes you drilled
in your basement
for easier wind resistance
Your kid mauled by rabid blue frogs
Your kid sipping Communion
with a chalice full of Baileys coffee

Your mantra:
Look good at 18 as you will at 40
Look good at 40 as you did at 18