David Earl Williams

                PICTURE THIS #10:

THE WEASEL’S CLAUSE,
A SHORT, A PARTIAL HISTORY…


N there was that time, as usual,
when Louis Farrakhan was selling 100%
Columbian caffeinated coffee—
n David Duke was selling 100% Colombian decaf coffee—
as usual
and their commercials were running back to back on the TV
as usual
so that it began to seem like, as usual,
they were selling the same
full-flavored self-rising encyclopedias, glossaries, pictionaries,
medium-roast
and coffee creamers… as usual…

And, then, that same non-miraculous year when the holi-daze
come on…
as usual
and business and bid-ness continued, as usual…
n, as usual, Martha White flour fell from the skies like magic
outside our
usual windows
as provided by Minnie Pearl… & Aunt Jemina…
as advertised at Nashville and Brooklyn— and Intergalatically—
M-MMM-GOOD!---
as usual, and rose, as advertised…
6 to 12 inches in places, as usual
onto the Standard and Poor’s Fortune 500 Fix'Em-Mix’Em-
Confuse’Em to Hell Reports…
as usual,
for our all-new “end-o-the-whirl-day-to-come “ Screaming Day
Celebrations…

WITH SAVINGS! and promises and redemptions for everyone
who really, really wanted it—
as usual—
POP! goes the Weasel Clauses— !
And we booked the marching bands and ballons
as usual
to accompany the wheedling and whining and bargaining
that comes with the vertigo of angsty ending-ness…
and bought the TV spots for the “end-o-the-whirl sale “
right between the coffees
as usual, that and nearly every year:

The End!...

of a business cycle…

M-mmm M-mmm M-MMM…

o, that is: REAL GOOD COFFEE, NEIGHBORS!

15% off— if you— ACT NOW!

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