Saturday, December 5, 2020

No Mames Guey

I’m having tea, blowing my nose,
Watching older Primus, newer Puscifer.
The government is shutting down reveals,
He says coming out of the bathroom

To the accompaniment of a carousel organ
As the toilet bowl refills.
Holla at me when you want
To start the conversation.

Opens the fridge with the pizzazz of a magician
Well save my session!
He’s holding something I can’t quite tell.
Frozen pizza is fiber, right?

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1 comment:

  1. What's a Puscifer?

    Sardonically whimsical...this poem seems to follow the bad night from the previous poem. "Frozen pizza is fiber, right?" The punch line. Really when all is said and done.

    Hmm Good.