In our last days here we've been slathering ourselves with as much Tucson as we can. We hiked a last hike. We enjoyed a fabulous dinner at Tito and Pep's. We shared a burger at a new place, Redbird. We protested with thousands of our fellow rabble rousers. Judy paid off last month's cribbage debt at Barrio Barista where we enjoyed hot coffee and a nice breakfast burrito. We took in an Arizona Women's softball game, and we spent a nice evening watching hoops with our friends, Krals. Tucson feels like home now, but truth be told we're ready for the trek back to the Northwest. In so many more ways than we can count, life is good, especially today.
STAR*
Just
as He said
He would-
On day one
He grabbed
our nation
by the pussy
because
“When You’re a STAR they let You.”
He thrust His greedy fingers inside:
some of the pussies cried,
some of the pussies bowed,
some of the pussies cowed,
some of the pussies complied,
But none of the pussies pried
His fingers away
because
“When You’re a STAR they let You.”
His fingering squirted
a mess all over the place.
But late at night He crowed,
"I think the pussies like it."
We're all monkeys in this circus. My favorite signs read: WE SHALL OVER COMB & WHEN THE POOR RUN OUT OF FOOD, THEY'LL JUST EAT THE RICH.
