Not much to tell..
I wear a hat.
One day I was walking
down the street, or
mabey the street was
walking down me..I
can't really remember.
Anyway, my story goes
something like this:
Some guy approached me
on the street wearing a paper
bag over his head with two
holes punched out for eyes..
He was some kind of prophet
with long white hair and a
beard
He leaned on a long walking
stick, and wore flip flops from
Wall Mart
He extended his arm and pointed
right at my face
Then he drew a deep breath, and
screamed at me, 'Ye shall write
poetry on a dating site for 112
years.'
I was devastated!
Who was I to argue in the
face of such authority, for
such a being as he must
have been sent by God.
I fell to my knees and wet
my pants as I often do, and
I begged this divine messenger
to tell me his name.
He paused for a moment and
then bummed eight cigarettes
from me
Standing there chain smoking
one cigarette after another he
coughed, and said, 'My name is
Jack the Joker, and I was born
in Blowsville, a small town northeast
of southern westville.'
'I was sent by the gods he said, and
you are my contact.'
Then he took my wallet, credit cards,
and all my clothes
I stood naked in the heart of the
city wearing nothing but my cowboy
boots and hat
He said I was of the remnant, the lucky
chosen few to write poetry, and that
my mission was not to screw it up.
I asked him to annoint me and he
responded by putting a lit cigarette
out on my hat.
He said, 'That I had just recieved the
highest honor in the annointing
business.'
I felt exceeding blessed and then
he said that for my final indoctrination
he must kick me squarely in my
privates
I did not feel worthy, but I let him
drop me like a bag of dirt as he
chuckled and then spit on my
cowboy boots
He then hopped in a cab, and
flipping me the bird, yelled back,
'Remember Jack the Joker!'