by John Rocco
They brought him
a baked potato
he didn’t want.
He wanted it to go.
He also ordered a
tuna on rye to go.
He had a tattoo of
a trident on his right
hand. On a left finger
a cross.
On the TV they had all
these witnesses talking
about watching
Timothy McVeigh
get his lethal injections.
George W. Bush
mispronounced
the Ambassador of
Spain’s name.
Rain in the forecast.
Chance of thunderstorms.
*John Rocco at MySpace:
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January 25, 2009
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