New Year's Eve

It is New Years Eve.
The comic on Netflix is talking about
pooping at work and trapping a husband
to support her pooping in peace.

I am thinking about traps. A week ago
the FBI foiled
a terrorist plot
on Pier 39.

The would-be martyr
is a white ex-marine
from Hayward.

A post-divorce convert to Islam,
he lost custody of his kids
right around the time
an undercover agent
asked him if he wanted to fuck some shit up.

After a Promiscuous Past
the comic traps
a Harvard Husband.

The Almost Terrorist
has Faulty Feet.
The marines train him as a sharp shooter
before learning of his secret.

De-commissioned, De-vorced, and De-fathered,
the sniper-turned-towtruck driver
calls his contact back. He can't go through with it.

It is too late.
The Harvard Husband is $70,000 in debt.
The comic bride has to pay off his loans
with her Hard-Earned Television Money.