street fight up at the local
coffee shop.
it's a big circle of seniors
discussing
politics after playing
pickleball.
how can you possibly
vote for a
felon, Betty says,
and Jerome replies,
well at least
i don't want to kill babies
like that woman does.
and why do you hate
Jews, Mildred yells out.
to Buster, who
says, i don't hate Jews,
my lawyer
is a Jew, so is
my accountant
and my physician.
well, what about the war,
Mildred says, standing up
to brush scone
crumbs off her flowered
dress.
i think we should end the war.
enough is enough.
oh yeah,
and what about the massacre
and the hostages,
we can't take that lying
down, ya know.
i can't vote for the crazy
woman, Joe says,
the one that laughs
all the time. she wants
to defund
the police
and raise taxes.
she's more woke than
a fourteen year
old girl with blue hair.
oh, that's nothing says Ingrid,
that orange man
is a dictator, plus he slept
with a porn star and
he wants to close the border
and reduce
crime. and make everyone
have an ID
in order to vote, can you believe
the audacity of that?
well, so what, Aretha says,
that woman slept her way to the top.
she's dumb
as a rock.
how come we never have
an Asian
president, what's up with that?
Sally says.
or a Mexican?
maybe someone from Finland.
at this point everyone is
exhausted and in
need of a nap.
see you tomorrow they all
say to each other,
hugging and shaking
hands.
ten a.m. right?
yes. rain or shine.
right after pickleball.
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