Fresh Meat Fridays #2
Yes, I realize it is now Saturday...sorry (not sorry).
The Atomic Cow Deposition
The old man was crazy to be sure.
A respected doctor in his day,
he had become addicted to painkillers
and booze
and had lost his practice and his wife
back in ’74.
Since then, he mostly moved from state to state
writing himself prescriptions
and holing up in cheap motels.
He had saved old newspapers and at night
he would tie one on and reread
the horrible news about Kennedy’s
bloody trip to Dallas
or Truman’s bold bomb-drop
on all those sneaky, efficient Japanese.
So it was no surprise to those who knew him
when his diagnosis of stomach cancer
finally sent him over the edge.
He found an attorney in an old building
downtown, just above his favorite Chinese restaurant
and he showed him a clipping from ‘57
that proved beyond a reasonable doubt