Thursday, July 01, 2010
Election
Last time I’m in this kitchen we paint it. Takes a case of Bud.
He has promotion so it’s Heineken now. Hot on our task,
we’re grabbing Heinies left and right.
We’re election committee and counting for club president.
Something seethes in. H is a prick and leading by two.
Nothing said, but we toss some ballots: “Unclear Intention.”
Hey! We’re not supposed to divine the vote! Must be clear.
Y ends up edging H and we sign on to it and finish
the case heh heh.
Nothing ever makes a difference. Club folds anyway year or so after. Grab captain’s chair before Sheriff.
It’s in my garage. Have breakfast coffee there on huge old dog
of a console TV, picture tube removed. Listen to Fox.
Not dumb enough to believe Fair and Balanced, but who’d want that anyway?
