March 8, 2007
Why Pat Cooks (Revisted one more time- add another line)
Jean is standing straight up
wearing her Zoloft Santa hat
Sangria, birth control, and
a yeast infection versus
Jack's undownloadable
affection, seized up Blackberry
Brandy and shaved or strip obsession hangover
Papa is sleeping
with a Parkinson whore who
rocks his place back and forth
and blows thousands in prescriptions
Nana is welcoming everyone
that can provide number combinations
the last trip to AC was maimed
by bad buffet odds
and Pat... she cooks...just cooks
looks out the window at the mix breeds sniffing squirrel tracks
Ben drives new fencing mounts
around his enlarged aorta
Chris is 1st petty miserable in Mosul
what to do here for him
but use a walkie-talkie to gather Wal-mart carts
Jean is slumping down
pain killers loosen her stockings
as a mis-carriage sings carols
Jack's firm is outlaw after the 15th options expire
but he catches her anyway
and stands her back up straight...c'mon now Sandy..oops
Papa's piano is not loaded, just him, just him
in the wrong key too, but still he sings the finale for the cable news
Nana says so long to the grandchildren
their birthdays provide digits for future slots
sorry this year presents courtesy of odd-lot
and Pat just cooks...just cooks
looks out her frosted window at the stained patio and blackbirds
Ben parks a kiss on her from behind
his penis has been soft since Rumsfeld resigned
Chris emails the need for a Sears portrait of everyone
one for the barracks of the hardcore battalion
remind them of peace at home
(What happens next?) If you read this, it is your duty, under a new section of the Patriot Poetry Act, to post something, if you have come this far....c'mon, c'mon, make Pat's day..
Posted by heroic imp at March 8, 2007 11:26 AM