Country Club News (Old Blues)

Life is but a country club.
Weren’t you invited, dear?

Intelligence quotients and aptitude tests,
sorted by layers of filters and ciphers,
to justly court the consummate lifers.

Are you qualified?

The waiting list is growing,
and the company is getting anxious.
Shall we take on some new members,
or watch the squirming a little longer?

Think about it this way,
if you aren’t qualified –
You can always try upstate.

What a lovely estate!
A half-smoked cuban cigar,
and a watchman at the gate.

No, you can’t trust the man
who got lost in his mistakes.

He is untrustworthy.

Do be a doll though, Cindy,
and send a nice postcard.

Poetry by Ted Boughter-Dornfeld Copyright © 2011


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. SeaGlass
    Feb 15, 2011 @ 05:04:03

    Reminds me of Plath’s ‘The Applicant’.


    • musetherapy
      Feb 15, 2011 @ 21:04:52

      Thank you, SeaGlass, I love Sylvia’s writing, and that poem. I will have to check out your work soon!


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: