Wednesday, August 8, 2012


Note: I forgot to post yesterday's poem

Bartender relates story
of man who asked upon first visit,
“Can you tell me the ratio
of sluts to men here?”

The man, pouring alcohol,
stops… stares… replies,
“I don’t tend to call women sluts.”

Customer- aghast- inquires,
“What are you,
a feminist, or something?”

At nod, he departs.
Force of thunderstorms
quicken pace.

Bartender smiles

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