MOST WANTED

I stole that mustache off
the most wanted poster
and posed with a few pilgrims
along the way. I offered them
a salt tablet and a couple of
compromising positions
with their favorite mammal.
I opted out of the most basic line-up.
Y’know, the one where the monkey
standing next to you is the second-guess
fall guy in the evolutionary process,
stuck in an ill-fitting suit,
the short-straw in the mix.
He’s spun an empty chamber,
an itchy trigger-finger,
always on the draw.
He’s the studio audience,
laughing ahead of the curve, a little
too ready to turn the gun on himself.