Like a laundromat on fire
Our ears are wider apart
Than ever under the dome of heaven, He said
Same difference I replied
She had a way of turning a phrase
Like screwing a Phillips head screw into a plank of balsa wood.
And his obsequiousness was like a dead vaudeville act.
They were polar opposites back to back ready to draw
At the first light of dawn.
We ate third helpings
And drank fifths.
But I kept circling back
To the opening analogy,
The initial salvo which was, in fact,
The same difference.