When my driver’s license
expired I drove to the post
office, applied in a hurry
for a new passport,
when my third wife left in
a scurry with the bald squat
neighbor at midnight I bought
a clawfoot bathtub, soaked
until prune skinned,
and when you gobbled my
slathered in gravy guinea
pig at Thanksgiving dinner
I sang with a big grin
“hallelujah! hallelujah!"
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