HUMOR

Those passed-down, much-loved one-liners
Can trigger something:
“You want to make God laugh, tell him your plans,”
One guy said at yesterday’s meeting.

Reminded me of: “God really has a good sense of humor.”
Who was it made that joke
about me and my brother?
A line set up to buy some distance from the pain.

Vince married Vicky, the opposite of first wife Sandy,
Tall, beautiful Connecticut engineer with Russian & Chinese,
Staying up late in pajamas with Gunter Grass and J.D. Salinger
That first Christmas visit.

Vicky is short, plump, a California dropout
Working in a bank, ready to produce the Christian
Nuclear family he seemed to want, seemed to need.
Vicky #1.

Not much like Nick, who traveled to D.C. to change the world,
Finding more in the bedroom than in the headlines.
More than just who he fucked.
A resignation from the white picket fence world.

New rules to replace the ones from the books he kept reading.
He slept with a thousand men, and one woman.
He thought she was a lesbian, so it was OK.
Vicky #2.

This is the part where the joke comes in, so be careful.

Straight brother and Vicky #1 pray for kids.
God says nope, so they start adopting like crazy.
Carry-out family, baby acquisition.
One right after the other. Four girls.

Gay brother and Vicky #2 hide their lust.
The other queers see no gay gunplay,
They fucked like crazy behind closed doors.
Of course it was doomed. He really was gay, she wasn’t.

It was after they broke up the last time
That she skipped her period.
And much, much later
That she told him about the abortion.

I think it was me who made the joke.