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"What a cultish racket", he sniped
Then "damn, what gullible fools!"

Pausing to snap the rod
Line forward like a whip
Hoping to beat fish
Out of the ocean
As he spoke on.
I confess I had no such hopes
But, in my own way,
Was to be none the less entertained.

He steamed on about people flocking
Sheep, I think he called them,
Headed for that Ark Encounter
As if they were trying to be loaded on.
Silly stories of earth under water ,
About human malevolence's high tide.
Shoveling money into Osteen's ferrari
And, in the same awe, watching him drive off.

Then, not ten minutes later,
All irony evaded him

Like sail-finned Perch,
Glist'ning Bluefish and Striped Bass
Did all afternoon
And evening to our
Hapless lines.
Again, I confess I had no real hopes
But, in my own way,
I was to be none the less entertained.

It became he who quipped about human failure
And ignoring warning signs.
He preached on about coming disaster,
Soon, for sure, it was coming
This beach - this city - would be under water,
Never understanding why
I stuffed a bill into his tackle box made of plastic
And said 'amen, shout it from the roof tops'.

No, he just carried on,
Saying he was looking
For a place on higher ground.

He never got the irony, the joke
Like that time I rented "Noah"
From now shuttered Brighton Rental,

After he had asked me to take out
"The Day After Tomorrow".
He muttered "what the fuck is this bullshit?"

I tried not to smirk and said "What?"
"This version has a better cast.."
"Anthony Hopkins! C'mon!.."

Stopping short of cruelty, I thought but didn't say
That this whole apocolyptic story
Is the second coming of Noah's Ark, my friend.

Anyway,
It went over his head
Like those bound to be empty hooks
We tossed from the shore
Over and over again.
And I didn't care for either movie one bit
But, in my own way,
I was to be none the less entertained.