Wednesday, September 17, 2008

BARK CHOPS

I.

In somewhat uncertain economic times
It is—perhaps—why you have been

Need another reason?
How about that you

Your first,
Each additional


Plus, for the first time ever

So don't miss out


II.

There's no real town out there,
it's all new money, honey.
Stay home with me and respond to the mail.
I'm drowsy from the very thought
of the voluminous correspondence we keep

with every Tom, Dick, Harry, and Sally
at this, that, the other, and still another
insurance company or complaint department.
I need you like a baby in a movie needs
a fella's face to piss in.

Who on earth am I going to bore
as I strain to regurgitate what I've read,
who will strain to appear to listen and
shower me softly with faint praise
through these clumsily abridged autumn days?

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