The Childless Father of Washington D.C.
(Violence Is Selective Abortion)
She's a duck lips cynical cyclist
standing five foot three inches tall
she dresses in tight black leather
with gloves & boots in case she falls
The circus keeps trying to recruit her
but she won't even return one call
Passing two calico cats that sit and purr
she grabs the keys from the drawer
Outside in the back alley engines roar
On the other side of town a salesman reads
how there's 150 orphans who are so in need
In his home he fumbles the remote control tv
Gets off his knees, takes a rosary, forgets his keys
counting 1, 500 dollars taken from a shoe box
Doesn't need an uber lift with his shoes he walks
passing two Tibetan Terriers that bark on the block
Father Gallitzin in black with a white collar at the door
"Here, father, I wish that I could give so much more."
"It's okay, son, thank you for your inspirational gifts"
Then a dark leather figure of a duck lips woman rides by
The priest he looks up and places his hands in the sky
"My good son, please pray for her children when she dies"
As a garbage truck from the East Wing and the gang collide
December 1, 2025 12:42 am
John Alan Conte` Jr.
