This Medicine Is Not Working Poem by Jeffrey Quattlebaum

Bartender wipes the bar down
no entertainment for the night
he wipes and winks a nervous twitch
We're down to one-fifty
and Carrot Top's still
in the van.
The monkey?
He's handling the minutes
on his stenograph
while Billy Graham gripes
about Pentagram Boy and
Cut-Wrist Girl
looking pretty good
for a dead guy
chain smoking the life
out of a Wednesday.
The mosquito drinks
beer through my skin
And the monkey?
He poises his hands
and he waits grinning
for the next words...
The family down the street
has a bath tub
filled with blood
and when we see him
with the pig
spanking that thing
she is watching
and takes a milk bath
enema, reading Cosmopolitan
We know the kids
are not
at home.