Broken Heart

It looks like my pal Dennis Kucinich is on the prowl for a lady friend. Oh, Dennis, say it isn’t so! I thought we shared a moment on that special evening last month. But then you never called, not even after I sent you that bouquet of roses and the poem I wrote one evening after throwing back a few rum-and-Cokes. Okay, maybe the line about your huge ears sheltering me like a big pink canopy from this cruel, cruel world was a bit much, but can’t you see I love you? I’m not going to be ignored, Dennis!
I was asked today to appear on this public access television show that deals with disability issues. It’s hosted by someone who uses a wheelchair, but a friend then cautioned me that the stage for the show isn’t really accessible except for a jury-rigged ramp that isn’t really built to ADA specs. So you have a show about disability issues that has its own barriers to people with disabilities. You can cut the irony with a knife.