Drug Dealer's Wife

She's asking questions again.

The drug dealer’s wife said,
“Where did this money
come from
most bars are going through a
dry spell
No one gets paid for another week so
how is all this money
coming through?”

The dealer said,
“Honey,
my clientele consists of
the desperately drunk and
most of them have no jobs
and simply pour in.”

“But I thought you said your clientele
consisted of the well-off
the wealthy
the men playing golf and women
playing bridge.”

He said, “times change, honey, don’t worry;
the important thing is that
we’re still making money.”
Then he made love to her, thinking
“I’ll get her pregnant again to
keep her preoccupied.”

Author's Note

Based on a
true story.

Reviews

[Ees]

My clientele is whoever'll pay me, eh?
Nice poem. I loved it. The thing that confused me was the bars going through a dry spell. I am a bar-owner... bars go through dry spells, that is true, but what does that question have to do with the bar business? Do drugs have to do with the bar business, when the bars are slow, do drugs sell easily? haha... that part just had me think and question, maybe a little too hard.

apart from that I really liked it and could easily picture it!

[Legion]

Wow. So brutally real. Well done.