Though I like to think she pronounces it
“Uni-quwe!” warms up the crowd.
The flashing sign above them blinks “Welcome to Hi V !”
Businessmen shout to them
in something that could be English
Mental note to remember Yamacon,
a Comicon strictly for Jewish superheroes.
The not so business-looking men
are passed out in the darker corners.
Your next poem title “A Guide to the Perfect Suicide”
line one: “Location Location Location!”
They start the musical
number, singing “Downtown”
by Petula Clark. The waitress,
for more tips, chokes on a cherry stem
decides to go straight for the nip slip.
He manages to yell out “le tits now!”
back at her, forcing a 10 into her bra.
Where it’s always hot and wet!