Abraham Lincoln
opens
his eyes,
surprised
to be
alive
once again.
"How is your headache?"
asks Dr. Humboldt-Flynn.
"What do you remember?
Can you move your little finger?
What sort of mood
are you
in?"
Then Ashburn,
the intern,
fucks with the environment,
resulting in
a full arrest
in Lincoln's chest,
and his own employment.
_______
a 55 for MZ and the G Man, wherever he is.
Kick up your mind's heels!
ReplyDeleteWah HOOOOO
Love it
ALOHA from Honolulu
ComfortSpiral
=^..^= . <3
TWO posts in one day? I thought Sunday was supposed to be a day of rest.
ReplyDeleteI guess there's no rest for the wicked? ;)
Ha! This is way too much fun!
ReplyDeleteObviously, she should have sprayed for buffoons. I do, every fall before the first frost. Some species are resistant, though.
ReplyDeleteI would like to subscribe to this journal. Please?
ReplyDeleteWould have had better luck with a baboon rotating through ~ wherever the G-Man is hiding he is laughing his ass off!
ReplyDeleteHilarious.
ReplyDeleteThe title is a poem in its own right! I'm amazed you managed to tell the whole tale in just 55 words.
ReplyDeleteNever trust an intern .. that's what always happens.. yet another sacrifice of fame on the altar of incompetence..
ReplyDeleteMurphy's law applies even to miracles, I guess. k.
ReplyDeletePoor Ashburn! It was just an assident!
ReplyDeleteOkay, no way can I beat Mama Zen. I still chuckling about her comment.
ReplyDeleteWhat happened to G Man?
Anyway, this was a fun and quick read. I love your humor:~)
MOL LOL
ReplyDeleteDid you get a kitten yet ? :)
Humbolt-Flynn? There's got to be a crazy reason behind that name! G-Man is out enjoying the last of Northern Michigan's sun - I hear it disappears for like 6 months in a few weeks ;)
ReplyDeletewhat an ash... (groan) ~
ReplyDeletesmirk!
ReplyDeletelol! I can see the whole thing. :)
ReplyDeletesheesh! guess i need to quit reading now. i thought the title said "a BABOON rotating through her lab"...
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