To celebrate talk like a pirate day, Francine is working on converting the following rant into piratespeak: "Conservative commentators are intellectual prostitutes. Even if liberals came up with dumb ideas from time to time at least they mean well. You can't say the same about conservatives. The only honest ones are libertarians. We might be wrong but at least we aren't bending over backwards logically and morally in order to attempt to justify things, once you've cleared away the intellectual cover stories, such as exploitation, theft, fraud, and murder. People in the future who study history will think the people of our time were awful for tolerating sweatshop exploitation, economic injustice, and environmental degradation the same way that we find hard to believe today that people in the past tolerated slavery, bigotry, and royalty."
She threw in that last bit about royalty for Ringo who was ranting about that the other day when he dropped in for a visit before hitting the road again.
She's only gotten as far as "Conservative commentators should walk the plank" when she hears her email ding and can't resist checking. It's from Bruce Goose and says, "Sorry I forgot about these two. I spilled coffee on my keyboard and hit send prematurely. By the way you don't know of any open mics soon, do you?" and includes two more poems:
"A New Definition Of Sad"
5 years on
From our wedding
My wife
Called me at work
She wished me
A happy anniversary
I mumbled
Something similar
After work
I didn't go
To the Italian restaurant
We usually went to
Instead
I went to Arby's
By myself
Afterwards
I went to the movies
Again
By myself
Given the circumstances
I had
A good time
Where was my wife?
I don't know
Probably fucking
Her new friend
Hey
At least one of us
Ended the evening
In the traditional way
and "A Toast To Mr. Flood"
If you have not read "Mr. Flood's Party" by Edwin Arlington Robinson, you really should.
And, if you have read it, then you should reread it because it's a great poem.
Hell, I like it so much that I reenact it every night.
Reading the poems reminds Francine of a pirate joke:
Who's a pirate's favorite poet?
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrthur Rimbaud!
Especially after the crew has cut his throat and chopped off his hands!
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