Idiom Two

I went to see my doctor with my wife Lavern. We had
Both been having these goddam chest pains.
After he examined us the doc had a funny kinda look on his face, I could tell it was bad news.”I’m sorry mister
Kowolsky” he said, I guess there’s no easy way to break this,you both have the big C and when it’s in the lungs there’s no cure” “Gee doc are you sure?” “No doubt about it,”he answered,”tough break”.
“Holy cow, what in hell do we do now?” I yelled.
“Go have a ball”he answered,”get on that jet liner to Accapulco, “you’ve still got time,go get a latin glow
way down in Mejico”.” No way Jos’e” I replied, “I’m in
a jamb with the IRS,’two years behind with my tax.
I have to pay them real fast or it’s the state pen for sure”
“Don’t be such a dumb jerk “yelled the doc,”have some
fun with the dough,by the time they get wise you’ll be wearing the suit with the gold handles”.
So we took his advice and had a really swell time,
But wouldn’t ya know it,with all the tequilla and that great south of the border magic,hell in no time at all, we
Were feeling like a million bucks,a miracle cure I guess.
But sonofabitch, what do I do about those IRS bums?
I tell ya my attorney will sue the ass off that dumb sawbones.

Hank Kowolsky
NEW YORK CITY