TO BARRICADE
THE BOLSTERAMA
The incipient demise of every living thing would really
have no effect on most people : like lottery thugs, they'd
still pile up in the parking lot for smoothies and food.
There 'high-fives' would still reach the mainline, the
talk of the town, the jabber of the wockies. Comparing
notes, all they'd do is look at labels while the floodwaters
came high. Using the Bible as a doorstop, that works too.
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The tent is somehow made of 2X4's. The Madame of the
sporting house down by the river is still collecting her
girls. What the Hell, I figure, they'd all like to be there
at the end anyway - no better way of going out.
A dream, and a dollar, what hey!
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