A man walks into a bar
and sits between
an insurance salesman
and an off-duty security guard.
The three are there,
all six i's
for the bartenders two bouncy breasts
and cheap smile.
The man in the middle
is an accountant.
They are all regular(s)
Men
with regular needs
like thirst
and confidentiality.
She serves them all
on the house
this one
with a wink-another drink?
As a matter of course,
they all obey
(after all-
she's doing her job)
with she-grin.
What do you call a bi-polar accountant?
The salesman asks,
'Off-balance',
he says first.
The security guard
responds to the call,
I heard
insurance agents do it
with third parties,
he says smugly.
Go figure,
the accountant
in the red (tie) said,
Did you hear about
the guy that lost his left arm
and left leg in a car crash-
Well, he's all right now.
The bartender tosses back
two cents,
What's the difference between a job
and a career?
One is,
the other does.
Nobody laughs.
A cell phone rings,
the men all nervously check-
his wife is calling
for help.
A new message awaits him.
A call ignored for now, he’s too busy
to protect the innocent,
for she who does not work,
for a living.
It was the last call
to come in
on the punch line.
Image of painting by Édouard Manet [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
