In Poems & Fiction

I’m happening, now.  I can’t stop myself.  It’s always TV about food or food about TV.  I’m employed, yes, but not gainfully.   Maybe it’s better to start every conversation with a question?   I’m a bomb-ass disco dancer, but I’m strictly non-confrontational.  People tell me I remind them of a beginner’s trapeze mistake.  Yes, my pants are on backwards, but I’m well-armed and extremely courteous.  If I had a hammer, the other animals wouldn’t stand a chance.  Except for the wolves. Those cowards took the 5th amendment. I’m feeling lucky as a lottery ticket, but that may be an overestimation of the DNA evidence.  Ricky said that if you have the right attitude, every day is a holiday.  Just think of it.  To each his own.  I’m going to get to the bottom of this, even if it kills me. Have you ever heard of such a thing?  No, I didn’t think so. Get in the car. This is not a test.


Appears in the July 31, 2016 edition of concis.

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