FranchisePoem

FranchisePoem

I try to find the joke
in everything
but it’s not easy
these days. They’re bat shit
out there and no one’s trying
to stop it ‘cos that’s
the next guy’s job.

Well the next guy’s
gone fishin’. You’re on your own.
I’ve got potable water,
canned meat, corn,
a hazmat suit,
batteries, an old video camera
and a hot, young wife.
Mea culpas, toilet paper,
and an attorney
on retainer.

I’ve got no windows, but
all my friends
have drugs.
So good luck to y’all,
send a card.
Maybe I’ll see ya on
the other side.

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