Nick Carbo - The Filipino Politician

When he finds his wife in bed with another man-- <br /> <br />The conservative politician feels an ache in his stomach, <br /> remembers the longanisa and the tapa he had for breakfast. <br />He doesn't know whether to get the doctor or Cardinal Sin <br /> on the phone. He calls one of his bodyguards, tells him <br />to shoot the man and then, his wife. He takes his .38 magnum <br /> from his brief case, shoots his bodyguard in the back. <br /> <br />The liberal politician pours himself a glass of Courvoisier, <br /> remembers a passage from an Anais Nin story. <br />He is suddenly the one they call the Basque. He removes <br /> his Dior tie, his Armani shirt, his Calvin Klein boxer shorts. <br />He puts on a black beret, whispers, tres jolie, tres jolie, <br /> que bonito, muy grande my petite amore. He joins them <br />in bed, begins his caresses on the man's calves, <br /> kisses his way up the man's thighs. <br /> <br />The communist politician does not call his wife a puta, <br /> nor does he challenge the man to a duel with balisong knives. <br />He stays calm, takes out a book of poems by Mao Tse Tung. <br /> Inspired, he decides to advance the Revolution. <br />He takes a taxi to Roxas Boulevard, he begins to curse <br /> and throw rocks at the American Embassy.<br /><br />Nick Carbo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem..../the-filipino-politi