The Shareholder's Tale

(At bar, suit confides to us.)

I put down the Reader's Index
and its load of wholesome gags
with a Republican chuckle.

Kennedy was alive that year,
blocking the ascent of Josh Hawley
and Marjorie Taylor Greene.

I'd responded to unblinking good humor
-- Mirth, the Right Medicine --
and contributed to our collapse.

Can you claim that in your hidden recesses,
behind palisades of insight and virtue,
there's no echo of a slack-jawed har?

(Studies drink.)

Condemned to chortle, does the ghost of Limbaugh
look back from your reflection
off windows and mirrors?

Shall we meet the boys on the links
by gunfire at the border?
Hillary and a snow leopard walk into a bar.