THE TAUG SHOW, or Weird Scenes in the Gemeinschaft

by Steven Gray

The Taug Show is a talk show, it is
like a big mirage
of media and interviews,
they're wearing camouflage

as if they are invisible,
but everyone can see them
wearing little microphones,
some people want to be them.

Show your solidarity
by going to the show,
an intellectual lost and found,
they'll show you what they know.

The last show had a chemist doing
bondage, a guitarist
and a lawyer, there was no time
for a terrorist,

maybe next time. It is necessary to explode
your mind, the fall-out lasts forever,
you can take it on the road,

becoming open-minded with
a Marxist education,
putting things into perspective
more than Euclid did.

I'm going to Vienna for a
leftwing sing-along,
we need to network while the U.S.
keeps on going wrong,

and wallow in the absurdity
of theater, it's called
a theater of the absurd.
Your parents are appalled,

you need transparency: father, son and holy ghost
have been transformed into a German-
speaking talk-show host.

The show appearing once a month,
they do it on location,
powered by a full moon and the
analytic conversation,

but no go-go dancers, they rely on government funding.
Like the polyamorous
and polymers they're bonding

with each other and a brutal
zeitgeist and that's show biz,
a laptop and projectors and they
tell you what it is.

It's important to dissect
a middle-class facade,
and do it with the joi de vivre
of the Marquis de Sade.

The inside information that
outsiders can collect,
it keeps the women interested
and the men erect,

and when the show is over they are
standing at attention,
clapping for the Taug Show, its
dementia and dimension.