G.J.’s Lament

Quantum leaps

of conversation.

And you know that I know that

What a show!

Full-feather display in livid color.

“Hey, man, another beer, and for my lady . . .”

“Bug off, Creep!  I ain’t chore lady.”

Oh, ain’t I grand.  Hey, bud, I’m grand.

Really I am.  Let me tell you one about me and the:

1) local pigs

2) welfare pigs

3) high falutin’ professor pigs

4) landlord, loan-adjuster, tax collector, ex-wife’s lover.

So when I go home alone at closing

having blown my whole week’s slave dues

maybe I can stave off the blues

with the tales I’ve laid on you

of my grand illusions.

“Hey, man, another beer, and let me tell you

’bout my baby who left me last year . . .”

Oh, yeah.

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