currently I am unavailable
to press through the current events
of the day
the wife of Britain’s ex-prime minister
was caught in a dress someone claimed
unbecoming of funeral attire
I don’t care
our very own president
was seated in the back row
of same said funeral—
like a common criminal
I don’t care
while Canada’s current prime minister
was heard singing in his hotel room
after the funeral
poor timing, maybe, but he is a handsome man
so we’ll let it slide
and I, wait, I think,
no, I still don’t care
I am however, fixated,
on a most pressing current event
that being the pickle in a leftover box lunch
from a work function
or more specifically,
the bag in which this pickle sits
long, slender, and clear
so that all eyes can see the royalty of such a pickle
the headliner on the bag says it all:
Dill Pickle
