Sunday, April 03, 2016
The Man Who Found Himself
-Oh there you are! Moping about your
certainties? And Beatitudes? Blessed are the...!
-Where’s that garish tramp of yours?
You couldn’t have farmed her out to
ruin the lives of others!
-Vamoosed!
-Good riddance! Depravity!
-Even took that florescent lipstick that had
rolled under the...
-You’re a Moral Disgrace!
-Add Drunk.
-I was going to.
-Check!
-Plus...that financial rigamarole that confused
others, but not me. Just a crook is all!
-Booze haze mostly, but I’m walking it back.
I’ll make whole anyone who...?
-Wouldn’t our Mother be proud!
-I want you to come along again. In her name
I’m keeping off the Grass too! Presently.
-I pray to God he vaporizes you!
-There IS one, then?
-I know that my Redeemer liveth!
-Good thing! Who else could stand the both of us?
Labels: conscience, God, immorality, Libertine, marijuana, moral, prissy, Redeemer, redemption, religious, sex, split personality
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!"
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!"
Labels: blog, boring, Conservative, drunk, election, Libertine, politics, stealing, TV
