Tuesday, September 28, 2010
The Bill Collector's Wife
-How'd it go?
-It went.
-Ah the usual gaiety then! But, pray tell, any highlights?
-Got a sobbing grandmother on a gouging pay plan.
-A service! Like doctor, priest, teacher!
She was underwater then?
-House, car, everything.
-I was...being witty.
-Wave a red flag. My brain is fried.
-And is she still heaving?
-Without doubt.
-Buck up, Macduff! Pays our bills. Thus no obnoxious prick calls us.
-I'm the bulldog face of American Pig Capitalism!
-Halt! Before you mix another metaphor! Or wave the
real red flag!
-Too hammered down to be Socialist rebel.
-I wonder if most of them are ditzy utopians, or have choked overmuch on plutocratic gorge.
-I don't need theory. I need a decent job among decent people.
-Rarer and rarer. Way the bosses prefer it.
-Well, now some cheap incendiary booze and letting the TV paint my face.
-Oh joy!
-I used to be a man!
-Miss that part.
-How'd it go?
-It went.
-Ah the usual gaiety then! But, pray tell, any highlights?
-Got a sobbing grandmother on a gouging pay plan.
-A service! Like doctor, priest, teacher!
She was underwater then?
-House, car, everything.
-I was...being witty.
-Wave a red flag. My brain is fried.
-And is she still heaving?
-Without doubt.
-Buck up, Macduff! Pays our bills. Thus no obnoxious prick calls us.
-I'm the bulldog face of American Pig Capitalism!
-Halt! Before you mix another metaphor! Or wave the
real red flag!
-Too hammered down to be Socialist rebel.
-I wonder if most of them are ditzy utopians, or have choked overmuch on plutocratic gorge.
-I don't need theory. I need a decent job among decent people.
-Rarer and rarer. Way the bosses prefer it.
-Well, now some cheap incendiary booze and letting the TV paint my face.
-Oh joy!
-I used to be a man!
-Miss that part.
Labels: bill collection, Capitalism, gouging
