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my guess is almost as bad as yours

by Eric Hinkle

last week an old-young
Taiwanese geezer child
told me that cat hats
are fiscally easier on the eyes
and should be worn by all
breeds—and even walruses
have that problem of
building up esteem and
buttercups—Reese's variety—
and then the grey giant
banker out-bankrolls the entire
budget but the cute telemarketer
loses it and screams, “What
the hell do you think I'm
calling you for, Hoss?” and
hangs up in a hissy fit
of purloined rage and Kibbles
'n' Bacon Bits—with cinnamon,
of course—which her grandpa
won late last week at an
auction of the good, the bad,
the ugly and the fugly,
full of fuzzy Fillipino hog eyes
and diamond shoes which
the governor claims are his
favorite, but that's easy for
him to say as he's ass-
invading everybody within a
70,000 square mile radius—
with both hands on the wheel,
no less.


Posted on 11/07/2011
Copyright © 2021 Eric Hinkle

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/07/11 at 07:58 PM

...eric, this sooo descriptioulishush, it's like walking on watergrass. only envious over here! it has an early bob dylan-feel.

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