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16 March 2005 @ 02:57 pm
Hollow Men/Oobi Men  
I came across this wonderful parody and had to post it.


We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats' feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom
Remember us -- if at all -- not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

(more here)
 
We are the oobi men
We are the stuffed oobis
Three to a package
Headpieces filled with messages. Alas!
Our tiny red-orange faces, when
We gather together on eBay
Are blank and expressionless
As wind from my ass
Or a hippie's bare feet over broken glass
In our hippie-strewn dungeon.

Spheroid in form, red-orange in shade,
Sales force, marketing without market research;

Those who have crossed eyes
Remember us - if at all - not as lost
Misbegotten Parker toys, but only
As the oobi men
The stuffed oobis.





I got it here: http://www.deuceofclubs.com/oobi/ (via bluedevi)