There are white tie
Events where a man
Is expected to have on
His very best suit
Which includes a tailored
Jacket, white bow tie
And sometimes gloves
Black tie is a formal
Where the man can wear
Any color jacket
Along with a black bow tie
And tails.....
The Oscars
Where first presented
1927 -1929
The height
Of the roaring twenties
When everyone seemed rich
In America
While the poor Soviets
Were just gearing up
For a fight
They had shot the Tsar
Again
Raped and murdered
The royal princesses
And elected themselves
Supreme rulers
Of the world
With their Jewish university man
Showing their strength
In the fields of industry
Not just big men on tractors
But strong men with muscles
And implements of industry
They were using their brawn
Not their brains
After all where had that gotten
The previous generation
Of elite thinkers?
Poor poets
And mad musicians
That is what happens
When one is starving
The highest intellect
Still needs food.
Fast forward a century
We have the bizarre
Presentation of a soviet art item
After all the Oscar
Is obvious styled
After those soviet posters
Of a big strong man
Wearing nothing
His arms crossed
To cover those body parts
Intellectuals in the arts
Being presented
A gold statue
Instead of a gold watch
For their mastering
The film industry
Which was new
Along with the old
Theater arts of design
And music industry
Leading to the original
Plays and musical scores
Then the stockmarket
Caused everyone to stop
Flapping around in those dresses
Which exposed a womans body
To the need to go out
And pick fruit
Grapes of Wrath
Thank god for that
Second world war
Or America would
Have stayed in the era
Of the dinosaur
These modern things
Bring everything
Together in a grand performance
Where even a plastic man
Gets to play
With the cowboys
He was replacing
Out with the western
In with the surfer movies?
Anyways David Niven
Who was not unknown
For being a runner
At a time when it was not normal
Had to put up with
A war prostetor
And we had to be reminded
That muscles still matter
More then brains
Smart women stayed at home
Not invited
Only the starved skinnies
Needed to be present
Not that there were
A few surprises
But the big Indian girl
Did not win
Instead of a thin blond
As I say
Beware Africans
When they are not using
You to get even with us
Brown skinned ones
They step on your toes
As well
What did we need
A nude presenter?
Are clothes now optional?
Or is it that we cant afford them
I do not want to be undressed
Just because I wandered
Into the wrong place
The big winners
Were not a simple story
Of murder and mayhem
But the big bomb
By the way
Guy who played
Oppenheimer
The jury is still out
There were others
You know who had studied
That new stuff
Rocket science
Is what I grew up
With hearing yelled
Loudly in my direction
My grandfather
Was Ralph
Ralph who?
He worked at the laboratory
In Oak Ridge
Where they developed
The things that went inside
Your big bomb
The nuts and bolts
The innards
Nuclear laboratory
Quietly hidden
In one of the poorest parts
Eastern Tennessee
Appalachian Mountains
With a few holes in the ground
Better protected
Than Fort Knox
Knoxville was the nearest city
And no one was allowed
To talk about this place
Until the Carters
Accidently walked into it
By mistake as they were
Viewing the countries
Common places
Rode public transport
Anyways his name
Was scratched into the interior
Of one of the bombs
One can see Ralph
As the Japanese children
Hold up a section
That was not destroyed
He also won
A Noble for his book
But not a movie
Although some geek
Did steal the manuscript
Which was supposed to be
About his early years
As a math genius
Who came from those people
You know
Indians.
Has anyone ever heard
Of Jimmy Stewart?
He was a lt. col of the Airforce
During WWII
Came home to make movies
He got at least one of those things
And made a movie
About the FBI
Which included the story
Of the Osage
And why no white man
Is allowed to take
A brown skin girl
By the hand, wrist or ankle
And insist her bank account
Land and titles are his
Not even Jimmy Bullocks!
Anyways
I thought it was a nice piece
Of art film
For the newer generation
The thing is that
It is not what they want
They want to hear about
The big bomb
Or how this little country
Is denying its neighbors
Their right to freedom
By going around panhandling
No war is good
For anyone except those
Who are making money
If poor little Ukraine
Which was already allowed
Its freedom
From the Russian Federation
Looses their border skirmish
Do you really believe
They wont ask for their freedom
Again?
If Putin wins
In his initial fight
To allow the Donbas people
The right to chose
Thier own government
He will be expected to hand over
To the people of Ukraine
The right to remain
Separate from his country
They might loose precious land
But in the end
They will still be a free
And independent nation.
Unlike its neighbors.
I cry for them
After all they are also
My people
I am only half Indian
Once touted as the Native girl
Who did this and did that
And now forgotten
I am also half eastern europe
Danish, Russian
Hungarian and a little bit
Of French.
I am a direct descendant
Of Kiev
A Rurik
And I am ashamed
Of my non comrades
For not allowing
Blood not to be spilled.
Then I am no longer
Remembered at anything
Including the Foreign correspondent
You see Indians
I was not a domestic reporter
I was sent to other countries
To report their hardships
Everywhere I went
Thier was a family
Willing to perjure themselves
By falsely claiming
That I had left something
Behind in the toilet
A baby
Everyone of those new girls
Insist they are my daughters
They did not have time
To come to my mother
Funeral because they were busy
Stealing the show for themselves
Meanwhile pornography
Keeps being suggested
Every time I start to get my head
All Indians are good for
Is to exhibit their unique form
Its called a permanent suntan!
What i write about
Will never win a noble
Nor a pulitzer
Nobody cares
But I really do hope
In the near future
Clothes are a requirement
Especially for the Presidential race
No one wants to see
Nude photos
Of brown skinned Nikki
Or either of those white guys
Then again
They are not promoting
A Soviet art style
Of big muscled men.
Please don't show up at my gym
I am out of shape with menopause.
Too old for breeding
And too old to be put on a skinny pill
Please keep your shirts on girls!
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