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