Poem Series continue's

Hey Kids,

This is just a new poem that has no reference to anyone....I was just feeling a little bad and a little , well you know...

Kisses, M



WHORE


Who is it that says I’m a whore?
Go on let them in, it’s about to begin
Go on ahead and open the door
I’m the whore, the tale, take a swig

Who is it that says I’m a whore?
You’re sucking up; swing the door
Is it me licking up the sweat?
If I’m the whore; let’s bet

So it’s you that says I’m a whore
This is a game to have no end
I see your sweat; shut the door
My talent to you I must defend

So it’s you that says I’m a whore
There’s no fight; it may be true
I’ve played your game; close the door
If I’m the whore; so be it to you

by MC

Inbreeding is Rampant

Hey Kids,

I know, I know...I've been terrible with this blog. I think it's because I'm turning 60 and I feel there is so much to do before may. There are things I haven't tried or done yet. I've been busy trying to catch up.

Just a few things... I never actually had sex with anyone older than me so I went out on a mission to Gramercy Tavern, not some place I'd usually go , it's stuffy and smells of burnt meat and whiskey. I didn't mind the whiskey part and actually sauntered up to the bar and had a snifter of cognac...yummy. Well wouldn't you know there were only ladies who lunch at the bar, yikes...wasn't into that... I ended up settling for a waiter named Smitty who was 66...I won't go into details but the drink was stiffer than the meat.....At least now I can get back to the young ones.

Speaking of young ones, I've made a fabulous new friend from Italy and his name is Valerio. He has many of his video's on you tube.He has a great voice and what a gorgeous young man. We've hit it off and have a lovely friendship going. We've decided to do a duet of "Somethin Stupid". This will also be a first, my first recorded duet, how fun....MAN-ee and I have done some fun stage duets and I love doing them so this will be a hoot....


Now to my topic inbreeding...It is all over the news , with that polygamist sect and those crazy gals that look exactly alike and talk like zombies. Their eyes are very close together which usually means inbreeding... I of course know a little about this because my father's side of the family were a bit , well not quite right and it was found that way back in the eighteen hundreds the family members were all doing each other... I think this explains why I have to pluck my eyebrows on a daily basis...they're so thick and bushy....

The other inbreeding that goes on is in the entertainment industry and especially new york cabaret....It's not really like that type of inbreeding...but it is very similar to a cult. I mean this of course in the nicest possible way but I hate the fact that in order to be part of the mix one must get the stamp of approval by an established name....it's like whoring yourself out for a piece of the pie...truthfully I'd rather sleep my way to the top(like in Hollywood, you know like Catherine Zeta Jones) than have to suck up to people just to get attention and believe me I've never seen so much sucking up in my life....

I never realized when I was on the outside what a sham associations are and what obstacles they cause for some people. Now that I've gotten a glimpse of the inside and how things really work, I find it a bit sad and honestly all of the mystique that surrounds the entity have diminished for me...I've always been one who is accepting of all people and I treat people with talent the same as anyone else....but I find that getting the same in return isn't as easy.

Talent is not limited to what one, two or three people think because if that were so then there would never have been a Jackie Mason. I wish people would understand that Talent is not limited to a perception but is unlimited in spectrum....Oh god did that make sense or did that Cognac knock me for a loop....

I'll be back kids

Kisses, MargOH!

Poem Series continue's

Hey Kids,

My next poem is for a very special woman...MAN-ee Champagne's wonderful and lovely grandmother, Isabel Ashton. She is a beacon of strength and most of all kindness.

Letters from Isabel
For
Isabel Ashton




Is anything in life guaranteed?
Beauty in nature, a wishing well
Indeed a grandmother’s love
Our guarantee, letters from Isabel

Writing a life’s worth of memories
Pen, Paper, Drawings, longing to tell
Kind, gentle, strong words float on air
Our guarantee, letters from Isabel

Endlessly optimistic, A special life
Goodness unwrapped, no expectation
Indeed a grandmother’s love
Run to the mailbox, it’s there above

Is anything in life guaranteed?
Oh, but how lucky are we
To have shared in life, so sweet
We’re here, we know it to be

Nothing in life is guaranteed
Toss the coin, the wishing well
Oh, but how lucky are we
Our guarantee, letters from Isabel

Eternal written words to share, please no tears
Pen, Paper, Drawings, longing to tell
Run to the mailbox, smile it’s there
Our guarantee, letters from Isabel

Kisses, MargOH!

New Show Promo

Hey Kids,

Here's a new show promo I worked on. I'm sure its not the final one...

Kisses, M

My Tryst with David Patterson

Hey Kids,

There has been something I've been blindly carrying around with me for the past few weeks...well maybe that's not the best word for it. Let's just say I've been burdened by the fact that I to have slept with the new governor David Patterson.

Of course I didn't know at the time that he was a public official , it was a few years ago . I had just gotten off the bus on 6Th ave and 23rd street on my way to meet my agent Shecky. This was the same day he was to give me the bad news that I lost the "smuckers" voice over commercial to that pesky Willard Scott.

Anyway, I got off the bus and was making my way down the street and this guy banged right into me and I dropped my purse, which of course was filled with Nips of vodka..as I started picking them up he grabbed one and guzzled it down so I followed suit...

Then he told me he'd never smelt a more beautiful woman...I was wearing my "white Diamonds" that day. He then gestured to the Chelsea hotel and said, wanna romp sweetie? I thought, Shecky can wait and said sure as long as he was paying. He pulled out a wad of cash and we were off. I must say he was a bit clumsy and had a bit of trouble paying for the room, I think the room was 200 but he gave the guy
500.I felt a bit pressured and thought, hell I better be good....

I was of course and so was he. He was like an animal, sniffing and probing me like a snake blinded by lust...Oh, there I go again. Honestly I didn't know he was blind, though now when I look back I should have seen the signs especially when he told me he accidentally put on his wife's panties cause the room was too dark, I was like, yeah , right.

Knowing what I know now it's all a bit funny. I do feel silly that I didn't realize he was blind but he covered it up so well and I didn't mind the whole pantie thing. He was a charmer and he did say he thought I was 25-26....I even said I thought he needed glasses and he just laughed...yikes....

Well kids, I feel much better getting that off the old chest. You know I'm going to be 60 next month. This is crazy times.....I figure I've only got 40 more years so no time for regrets....but if you listen to Barbara Walters I could possibly squeak out another 90 years.....I don't know...I couldn't imagine living that long...please I'd have to freeze Berna....

Kisses,

MargOH!

I'll be back

Hey Kids,

I know I've been slacking on me old blog. I have way too much stuff going on!! but I promise I will be back with new posts asap.....

Love ya kids!!

Kisses, M