Tuesday, March 01, 2016
In Conversation and Fable
-You like to make phonecalls. Straighten the whole
world by wire or cell!
-My skill. And, modestly, Art.
-Don’t make that one, Picasso! Fair warning!
He did. Eventually going to the bureau where they
had attempted to remedy his plight...and engineered,
thereby, the greatest clusterfuck in the history of government.
Of Mankind? Top hundred.
He emerged. Walked past his car to the high road.
Cops picked up there, babbling.
After a month in Bide-a-Bit:
-I’m surprised you didn’t wave your dick too.
-I lack imagination.