Tuesday, June 14, 2016
Twos
-Reminds me of the biblical story of
Rudolpho and Eck.
-Whoa! No such duo! I had the whole
book screamed past my ears, courtesy
of insane uncles and aunts.
-During your formative years?
-They rendered them gnashingly formless!
-Anyway, you’re right. Rudolpho and Eck
were interpreters. Forbidden to have
their own story.
-Queer too?
-A few called it that. But that was merely
half the time. At any rate, they toured with
light crew, scabrous musicians, and a
phalanx of whores.
-I'll take whatever comes to my own phalanx.
By the boring bye what became of...?
-One night in Allentown, both went completely,
irretrievably mad! Totally a-babble!
-Was the torch taken up?
-By the local Republican Party. It's the Cal and
Edgar Show now. They're makers, not takers!
-Fakers!
-Live and let live!
-You can't do that with cutpurses!
Once they do their thing, you'll starve
by the side of the road, no matter how
many clowns parade by.
-I'm amused though. And have purchased
a lifetime of dried food.
-Arf!
Labels: Bible, cutpurse, dried food, fakers, Interpreting Bible, makers, pickpocket, Republican, survivalist, takers
