It sneaks up on a Friday nite, when one finds themselves in a room full of people with tastes only as exotic as vanilla bean ice cream… or it appears as one stands in the middle of a dive bar, surrounded by ratchetness on either side, air full of the soundwaves of a forced mix…
There’s been an influx of it lately, and only the dismay of some of the most dynamic individuals I know calling out the cursed ailment have let me know how much of a problem its becoming.
…Ppl hard up for a good time, but too soft-headed to see outside themselves… It’s becoming too much. Whether in the back-end of Brooklyn, or the midst of Manhattan, corniness will rear its ugly head at anytime. & certainly the levity of the ppl that entertain corny should be envied… perhaps. But I’d rather not be sold another good time for it only to end up as wasted.
Fighting the Power of the Platitudinous,