Hiram Bigot Jr.

Hiram Bigot Jr.

Hiram Bigot Junior
likes to drink water
direct from the spigot
on the front wall of his house,
he hasn’t had to connect a hose to that darn spigot
since he converted the lawn to ProTurf. Good times.
In the evening, he sits on his porch
staring out at the Christmas tree green of his lawn
drinking lite beer and polishing his bump stock,
this gives him comfort.
Not that he’s afraid,
he ain’t afraid of nuthin’,
he’s vigilant, that’s all;
people are arriving
in droves from shithole countries
like Africa and Botswana,
vigilance is of the essence.
He likes the sound of that
maybe get a T shirt made
with that on the front,
‘G.I. – God Incarnate’ on the back.
No, he ain’t afraid of nuthin’,
except sometimes
in the early hours
he lies awake
his gut gurgling like a drain
as it processes that Outback appetizer
of deep fried onion rings,
piled high on his plate
like a jumble sale
of used Olympic symbols
he lies awake
stalked by a fear
he has not the wit to name
the fear of being left behind
left in the dust , by the twenty first century.

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