Chicagoetry: The Governor's Whore

THE GOVERNOR'S WHORE

I think that I shall never see a poem nauseating
as a fake, business-arrangement marriage.

Thank CHRIST the truth comes out once in awhile,
like, nauseatingly self-righteous assholes and their
LOUSY, miserable marriages, with which they seize
the moral

high ground, looking down their noses at single men
and women who just happened to decide NOT TO BE
FUCKING MISERABLE . . .

You can have all the money and power in the world and
still be a fucking bald, homely motherfucker who has
to fucking pay for it. I DO NOT CARE HOW BITTER I
SOUND!

I think that I shall never see a poem hilarious as a
goddam politician finally taking it up the ass in
front of the entire world. No sympathy either for the
wife who rode the wave to power and fortune.

No sympathy. Sympathy rhymes with sympathy, no?
Shit, the rhythm isn't right. NO BIG WHOOP!
MARRIED PEOPLE DESERVE THEIR MISERY!!! Especially
when

they bring children into this world that they neither
want nor raise properly. O, dear, does that rhyme?
Mercy, I better take a time out . . .

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J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.