Pork & Beans
by grimbeau
Five hours interrupted
agitated slumber:
fleas, knees, wees, mice, wind…
then by a landslide
due to popular demand
democratic vote
solely renditioned
me to imprisonment
In The White House.
~
Head bagged in muslin
Slick black Cadillac
At my insistence
The invisible security
exercise the dog.
For I am become
President elect of Poop.
Defender of the Fart
~
When will I be shot?
Brutal destiny or what!
Why is it always
just me it happens to?
If I wish really
hard can I become
an innocent bystander?
~
I as usual
wake up blown away
hit the old routines:
soft shoe shuffling,
rolling and folding,
paying scant attention
to what’s on the wireless.
~
Sure, we all pretend
how shocked well deep down
glad it is not our turn.
Sad but true but sadly true
Never reheat pork
after sundown time
it blows your bowels
constipates your mind