Bitter Cupcakes*
All morning in the coffee shop
They talked about the cupcakes.
Squatted down between the rows
of cakes and pies.
Charlie heard the barista say
we should spit on all them.
Fat flies buzzed, cockroaches scuttled
And the taste of Charlie’s
coffee turned thick and sour.
The barista said slowly, ‘I could tell them
the dishwasher did it,
who’d believe him?
He’s an immigrant.’
It’s the dawning of a new era for Charlie Egghead Tu and the end of another for our country’s non-Eggheady Child Prince, George W. Bush. Charlie’s off to another semestre at University and to get his thought synapses firing anew, he’s packed his usual bagel with some eggs and fancy provolone. He’ll need to be extra sharp as he matches wits over public policy with his new hero, Fred Hochberg.
The Bagel Lobby pushed a number of notable import-export intiatives in Bush’s 2nd term.
Charlie’s chilling like a Zima on ice at a party on the Lower East Side. He made a joke that made 1 person laugh, so his quota for the night is filled. He’s celebrating with red wine, spinach dip, crackers and cheese. What a gourmette!
Back in the 1950s, Charlie-brand frozen peas fed a nation of hungry, closeted teenagers.
Tyralator: Click-oncé
