Bomb Squat
National Poetry MOnth April 20 2013 Bomb Squat
Bomb Squat
Call for Philip Morris
Yes SIR your room is ready at the Hilton on the Square in nearly every City in AmeriKa today do you have any carry on Luggage to Arrive we will bring it to your room almost as sooner or immediately iff not faster
whats dat ? you say you are parking a white van later full of fertilizer
they found some cat litter in the lobby of the fourth floor it was marked room 413 they cleared the building we cannot use the elevator walking down four flights of steppes they wont let us back inside the room until half past nine tonight
its freezing on the sidewalk we paid a lot for the Hotel room that we cant use its a shame we have to spend our vacation sitting inside a barroom getting drunk oh wait thats what we came here for they called the Bomb Squat
the real hero is the fireman with the bomb proff stuff on he is reallyh hot inside a lot of heavy padding he huffs and puffs and tries to find the bomb where it is squat he takes all the chances and no one ever sees his namme
it is the big cheesy grin on the little man in charge he wears a thin bullit proff vest under a black ops shirt and pretends to be the bomb squat he is usually always found outside patrolling the area as far from the bomb as he can get
waving at the crowd and the press and where is the rules when something happens like this private people on the walkway taking pictures is he a member of the press is his last namme Kent why is this even allowed iff eye were a Policeman watching the crowd this buffon would be told to move along let the press do the reporting let the press interview the throng let the crowd alone
Bomb Squat
written as a true eye witness story bye charlax
National Poetry MOnth
April 20 2013
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