Journalistic Research
it’s not possible to be
impartial
with a sense of humor.
so i preach
for days. it’s not silly
in the least.
it’s not pretty. these
are the understatements
we wear like armor.
which i call
underwear. i find
nowhere to stop
being the world’s
lonely only
cop. it bears
repeating that
impartiality requires
a distinct lack of humor.
the funny kind. so
ain’t it a kick
that i’ve taken up
directing traffic,
which, okay, is a
clown’s job if ever
there was one. but
let’s say there was a murder,
attempted, premeditated,
completed, a double homicide, even.
whatever. and they send a
dummy like me to clean up
the mess. or more hilarious,
as a preventative? let me
just ask you, in all seriousness,
if it were your last minutes,
and you were this close to
being a goner, where would
you rather be: sitting in
church in the middle
of a sermon, or in the
audience during
a stand-up comedy
performance?
