These guys cheering

at the Olympic games

on one wide screen,

and blustering about the politics

blasting on the other,

couldn’t belly up to the bar

if they were wearing girdles,

and look at them,

their shirt collars too tight

for their redwood necks,

and losing their ties in suds

pitchers of beers,

laughing themselves stupid

because they think

I’m joking when I say,

“You can’t expect a one legged man

to win a two legged marathon,”

but I ain’t