Plato Barnes

[saw]

My friend the prophet
is well respected in the 7-11 nation.

Before his parking lot lectures, his testimonials,
he practices the ceremonial ritual of loading up
on the comfort food of the gods,
the essence of creative thought and wisdom,

Kit Kat bars, Cheetos and Jolt Cola
to shock his waiting receptors, stimulating
"the knowledge", and creating the infinite
enlightenment, the oneness with the Great Father,

Junkfoodonis the Explainer, the imparter of answers.
The local crack dealer tells my friend that he thinks
it's unfair that he can't have a storefront and posted
hours of operation like the convenience stores,

"There's a god damned Quickie Mart every four blocks,
and it's absolutely killing my business and I'm tired
of the discrimination!"
My friend, as always, had the correct answer.

"If the government allowed that, then the pimps
would insist on deducting the dry cleaning bills
for their mink coats, and pretty soon the whole
fucking economy would spin off it's fucking axis."

That my friends, is why he is so respected.

[Doreen Peri]

Love it!

I've always said the best performance poets are stand-up comics.

This one was meant for the stage.

[hester_prynne]

knocked off me axis!
great write here saw
H

[saw]

thanks doreen and hester...much appreciated