Food Stamp Poem II

 

Fort Walton Beach was America’s Most Patriotic City.

They had a 100% turn-out for Gerald Ford’s swine flu shot.

The old people dying.  Larry and I were in the check-out line

at the supermarket, talking.  He and Hazel and Charly had come

on a visit.  An old person behind us glared.  He was retired military.

I said, “Yes, I like to spend the food stamps on the crown roasts and

the king crab legs.  That leaves my cash free for beer and cigarettes.”

The retiree like to had apoplexy.  Good.  He’d been feeding at the public trough

his whole career.  I like to mau-mau the flak-catchers.

 


 

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