Sunday, March 17, 2013
My Wife and I Lead Quiet Lives
I’m bookkeeper in a small firm, which pretty much
prospers evenly through booms and recessions.
You’d cite management, but...well, run strangely
is all.
The partners despised each other. Mr A confided in me
early on: “Never trust that shyster! Any problem you come to me.”
Mr B: “No wonder the wife goes with horny kids. We got one icy fish here!”
Well, that’s the flavor. Think of ten years of it!
Ended, as the TV says, in a hail of bullets. I know, I know, I’m risking being melodramatic.
For a bookkeeper.
Mr A exits the Cadillac in the garage, and whammo!
You’d think the cops would want to talk to his chief
antagonist. They did, but couldn’t get a word with
the sobbing! So, he deeply loved A would you believe?
Mrs A did not so much. Within a week she was arrested. Alongside freshest
Romeo. A plot of such mangled complexity as to engender hilarity
in the precinct.
They got Life.
Niece inherited A’s stake and she’s a Tartar!
Refused B’s buyout offer and is threatening to
drag the firm into the 21st Century by any force
necessary.
Also, she warned me against him before he could
rally from the tragedy.
My wife and I lead quiet lives.
I’m bookkeeper in a small firm, which pretty much
prospers evenly through booms and recessions.
You’d cite management, but...well, run strangely
is all.
The partners despised each other. Mr A confided in me
early on: “Never trust that shyster! Any problem you come to me.”
Mr B: “No wonder the wife goes with horny kids. We got one icy fish here!”
Well, that’s the flavor. Think of ten years of it!
Ended, as the TV says, in a hail of bullets. I know, I know, I’m risking being melodramatic.
For a bookkeeper.
Mr A exits the Cadillac in the garage, and whammo!
You’d think the cops would want to talk to his chief
antagonist. They did, but couldn’t get a word with
the sobbing! So, he deeply loved A would you believe?
Mrs A did not so much. Within a week she was arrested. Alongside freshest
Romeo. A plot of such mangled complexity as to engender hilarity
in the precinct.
They got Life.
Niece inherited A’s stake and she’s a Tartar!
Refused B’s buyout offer and is threatening to
drag the firm into the 21st Century by any force
necessary.
Also, she warned me against him before he could
rally from the tragedy.
My wife and I lead quiet lives.
Labels: adultery, business, conflict, murder, partnership, quiet lives
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Ornithology
Leading bird hereabouts,
Pot-Bellied Skirtchaser.
If one of these entraps
a fledgling, can be hell
on wings for all snared in
the risible process. Specific
Old Romeo’s visible health shot
by haste & lies, & spread feathers
de-preened with daughter
crying “Daddy, how could you?
With that awful slut!” (Land-
mine! midst her wide&wooly sex-
uality. But, thought is wood for her
circle.) The Juliet on view dis-
covers biblically consecrated
lucidity within her confusion.
Wife, too, finds her own true love
from the whole grimy imbroglio:
Justice! She & Advocate con-
certing in vindictiveness.
Courts advance latter,
where tribes once
lopped off heads.
At any rate, hopping mess
in modern domestic sense.
& multiplying by thousands,
could we be better served, let’s
say, by a Devil’s Island for
marriage malefactors?
Then society could reserve
its energies for roads
& airport expansions. So,
all of us, too, breathing
easier over tea
& cookies.
Checking iPads
for the latest
iPad.
Leading bird hereabouts,
Pot-Bellied Skirtchaser.
If one of these entraps
a fledgling, can be hell
on wings for all snared in
the risible process. Specific
Old Romeo’s visible health shot
by haste & lies, & spread feathers
de-preened with daughter
crying “Daddy, how could you?
With that awful slut!” (Land-
mine! midst her wide&wooly sex-
uality. But, thought is wood for her
circle.) The Juliet on view dis-
covers biblically consecrated
lucidity within her confusion.
Wife, too, finds her own true love
from the whole grimy imbroglio:
Justice! She & Advocate con-
certing in vindictiveness.
Courts advance latter,
where tribes once
lopped off heads.
At any rate, hopping mess
in modern domestic sense.
& multiplying by thousands,
could we be better served, let’s
say, by a Devil’s Island for
marriage malefactors?
Then society could reserve
its energies for roads
& airport expansions. So,
all of us, too, breathing
easier over tea
& cookies.
Checking iPads
for the latest
iPad.
Labels: adultery, bird, consumerism, divorce, iPad
