When Joseph and Mary got to the inn
God forgot to make
reservations
and there was no
room except in the manger.
That's what happens
without Planned Parenthood.
There was also no
room in Joe Manchin's mansion
to consider
children, students, melting glaciers
or overpriced
prescriptions.
That other Joe in
the White House thought
Manchin’s doors were open but the Maserati
took up the space and the yacht was no Ark.
Seventy-five years
ago, Jo Stafford addressed G.I. Joe
as she sang You Belong
To Me.
After the good war
was over Joe McCarthy
in his drunken
stupor thought he saw Joe Stalin
in every movie
studio, every barber shop,
and the bottom of
every bottle he drank.
Senator Joe
was born with Joseph Conrad's
Heart of Darkness.
Joe DiMaggio and
Joe Louis would have been next.
It took Joseph Welch
to ask if he had even an ounce of decency.
How many cups of
Joe will it take
to wake America to
the needs of the average Joe?
Joseph Campbell found
heroes with a thousand faces
as he breathed new
life into the archetypes.
Maybe the greatest
Joe of them all was Joe Green.
Not Mean Joe Green,
the football player
whom I
wouldn't want my sister to marry if I had one
but
Guiseppe Verdi, aka Joe Green,
composer of
twenty-eight operas
including Aida to
whose theme we dutifully marched
entering the
auditorium at P.S. 99
with Joseph
Koplowitz in front of me
and Josephine
Sherashevsky behind.
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