Taped to a liner's Keel

“Where’s that OH Plumber I know so well?”
asks McCain, laughing as he mounts the steps
of the stage in Dayton, OH “Where are you, Joe?”
Joe cowers somewhere out of camera, fearing
the OH Dept. of Taxation will subpoena him.
“Jeez!” Joe whispers to his best friend, Jim
who works for the RNC in OH, who whispers:
“Chill out, Joe; this is during campaign-time,
they don’t dare serve you. You’re protected.”
Protected’s the word Joe was waiting to hear,
& now that he’s heard it, he can finally relax.
As long as he stays near McCain, he’s safe.
Nobody he knows is anywhere as connected;
or has taken such a beating & still keeps ticking,
like a TIMEX watch, taped to a liner's keel.

(22 OCT 08, Santa Clara CA)v2

Joe the Plumber

Joe the Plumber

“Joe the Plumber won!” gloats McCain
at a rally, promoting a straw-man
journeyman plumber who Obama’s
high fed. biz.-taxes would screw:
Samuel J. Wurzelbacher, not really
a lic. plumber; deep into Ohio for
$1,182.98 in personal income tax,
w/an active lien on his property:
"I don't have a lot of pull. It's not like
I'm Matt Damon; I just hope I'm not
making too much of a fool of myself."
Well, Sam Joe, it really needn't be so:
you're just McCain's tax-scarecrow
while your straw’s burning slow.


(16 OCT 08, Santa Clara CA)v7