Franken-Schtick!

“Born in the Suburbs
of South Jersey,
his mother was a Rabbi
and his father was a doctor…
he is Franken-Schtick!

Yes Franken-Schtick,
capable of producing
Schtick out of thin-air
there’s no pun he’ll refuse
no every-day scenario
he won’t use
no one is safe
from the Franken-Schtick.

Some say he grew up
with grandparents
speaking un-intelligible
gibberish
… others say it was yiddish
either way
Franken-Schtick
emerged from the womb
of Judaism
and American
post Baby-Boomer
ethos
with his one quest
his one goal
to re-hash
re-use
and gimmicize
all that lay in his path
to stumble bumble
fumble and mumble
his way to the top
of the rubble
he lay
to bask and grasp
and play with
words as if they
were meaningless
non-sense
Franken-Schtick!
Don’t look away
or he’ll suck your…
blood
Don’t drop your
pants…
or he’ll have a ball
Don’t cough…
or he’ll, well…
y’just don’t know
when Franken-Schtick
is lurking.