Wednesday, February 27, 2013

 
Jocko

blogged for a political site but was more
a reporter from the untidy 1930s.

A fiscal conservative and social libertine,
he exhibited the latter role by getting
drunk nightly.

Always capped the evening off with a speech,
and regular people would linger for this moment.
Barflies remained anyway–to severely criticize it after.

One night he got nabbed by cellphone camera.
How a small jewelry shop owner got ruined by the IRS
immediately went almost viral on the net. Now it
had been one of his few peripatetic efforts, and he
finally collapsed against cases of Capt O’Bell’s
India Pale.

His followers in the storeroom chanced to block the photographer, 

who thus missed that crashing finish.
 

Owner Bart quipped “First time that shit moved!”

Phone call from Republican election guy in
a brace of noons.

"We want you to run for something. You’re all over
the TV!"

"Yeah? What?"

"Any fuckin thing."

"But I was drunk!"

"So? You got edge. At the present we have
bookkeepers and accountants who double-
majored in Boring and Stealing."

"I won't hear about them this way. They’re patriots!"

"Well give ‘em a flag. I’m here to  win elections!"
















  

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