20 BUCKS IS 20 BUCKS

 

 

When even a fat cat descendant of one of Hemmingway’s cats can’t conjure a rambling poem, you know it’s time to drink more rum.  The cat just lounges about on the balcony waiting to be fed.  The brazen indifference to gawking tourists should be inspiring sardonic poetic wit.  I may need to find alternative means of inspiration.  Maybe we’ll visit the Tennessee Williams Museum for further inspiration.  Like the shirt says, “I’m not gay but 20 bucks is 20 bucks.” It’s a credo that many are forced to live by.  Of course, that might be making some undue assumptions.

 

Enduring the heat

but fat cats don’t inspire

persistence pays off

 

 

 

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