Blues for Clooney

Blues for Clooney

You got fat and I got fat but you

still get work. We can’t all afford

a monkey, but that’s what makes

you Clooney. The other kids closed

their fists when they speculated

I might be gay. I wasn’t and you

weren’t and they were but who

cares? You got old and you got

political and your movies are just

as boring as my life, now. See?

We’re the same. No villas for me

but that’s okay: my monkey

doesn’t have to wear diapers.