its not often youre invited out
for dinner then asked for half
when youre not half
and particularly when the other
half was liberal in their dinner selections
and drinks
but to your credit you saw it
coming
you had an inkling it was
coming
and now there wont be a next
time
try as he may he struggled to remember
the saying
though he could always remember
Bushwhacker butchering it: “Fool me once, shame on
— shame on you Fool me — you cant get fooled again . .
.” the flummoxed
compassionate conservative
riffing The Whos Wont Get Fooled Again:
“Change it had to come / We knew it
all along . . But the world looks just
the same / And history aint changed
. .. Ill get on my knees and pray /
We
dont get fooled again”
from the album Whos Next
hed bought the vinyl when it
was released in 71 and marveled at the cover art the band
had pissed on a concrete monolith
and were stepping away buttoning their flies
that image triggered in him the
want to fly to the moon and piss on 2001s shiny black
monolith
thereafter anything black and shiny he was tempted to piss
on it
the vogue then was shiny black lacquered
coffee tables and ends
he remembered well and in particular he remembered
“You
dont have enough money
not to have morals” the bitch still
kneeling at his knee propositioning him
in front of her
husband
“Id love to suck your cock” is
how it began
he wasnt square
he loved having his cock sucked
as much as any guy
she ran her hands up the
outsides of his thighs gripped him at
his hips and wolfishly
eyed his crotch
her husband smiled nearly as wolfish and said to him “She sucks cock exceptionally
well”
though in his
estimation it seemed to him her husband only had his cock
sucked by his wife and if one is to have a rigorous opinion or
truly evaluate an
exceptional cock-sucking one would have to have had enjoyed a wide and
veritable
panel of dilettante cocksuckers
simply sucking cock was not exceptional
any more than servilely lapping
a woman between her legs
Did
she turn him inside out
Did she shake her head Did he yank by her hair Did she stare up into his eyes as she
choked herself on his cock Did tears well up in her agog eyes and run
down her cheeks
like bullets
he took her face not unkindly
it was not an unattractive face in
his hand and holding
it gently by her chin he said
“I bet you would But no thanks Im uninterested”
“Fuck you” she snarled
“Sweetheart If Im not
interested in you sucking my cock why would I want to fuck you”
she tore her head from his hand
and glared at her husband “What are you going to do
about this”
but Bill was a Bill and Bill
wasnt gonna get tore up defending her immoral honor
silently he communicated She must understand They had more money than that
Bill had him bounced by three
bartenders juicing them a c-note
apiece
a couple of days later - at his very
first opportunity - Bill apologized to him for
upholding his wifes honor
but none of this before he
climbed their broad marble staircase
found their bedroom
and standing on their
California King he pissed on their black lacquered headboard
then before disembarking
he pissed on their black
lacquered footboard too
neither was chaffed by jute bondage
rope as was lasciviously rumored
lesson learned hed never have enough money to be immoral
that saying ah yes he remembered
it was:
“Fool me once shame on you
Fool me twice shame on me”
why the Presidents
speechwriters couldnt get that straight not that they didnt
ol Bushwhacker probably went off
script
but in Montana as he assumed in Texas if you got off the marked trail you step in
shit
and this President was
exceptional at stepping in shit
0011, Sunday, Father’s Day, 16 6.
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