Joseph Fusco Poems

My brother-in-law employs two strategies when he desires guests to leave his home.
If it's an outdoor event, he folds up every unoccupied chair 'till the hangers-on get the message and depart.
If it's an indoor event, he plugs in the dust-buster and sucks up the
debris in every room 'till the house is guest-free.
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I clipped the tip of my left nipple off while trimming chest-hairs in the bathroom last Thursday.
It was a sweltering July night and a drop of sweat from my forehead distorted my vision for just a second.
Next thing you know, there's a knob of pink flesh clinging to the side of the sink like a passenger on a Titanic lifeboat.
To say I bled like a pig would assume Porky was hemophilic. I dabbed cotton ball after cotton ball on the wound till the bathroom looked like the Easter Bunny massacre.
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