The Man in Mongolia

There’s a short man
in Mongolia
who sez
he doesn’t belong there.

 

 

Even though I’ve seen it all before, I still shiver in awe and disbelief when, from the city, I hear the roll of the drums, and blare of the bugles, and the mighty rise of their battle cry, “Hey, we ain’t responsible.”

 

 

If you’re captive,
you’re ugly.

 

 

The city gradually
tries to put everyone
into junk bonds.

 

 

One little boy said, “Big people who talk seriously scare me.”

J.