INTERVIEW WITH A BARFLY WHO WORRIES ABOUT IDENTITY THEFT.

I know a gal from Baltimore

she’s blessed—anatomically—

she has Baltimore Aureoles

oh! I gotta (hic) (hic) (hiccough)

(hic) I got this thing down

my proper stance astraddle the stool

the way I scribble (hic) in the air

there’s a Pomeranian in the ATM

oh! I gotta (hiccough) (hic)

(hic) (hic) of all the breeds you’d

stuff in there w/ the money—

& the information—it’s in ATMs

all over town that Pomeranian

(hic) the things it knows!


[NaPoWriMo Sonnet #20.]