Snohomish Planning Director Drops Drunken Trou At Cozy Master Builders Golf Soiree.
I recently read this article in the Seattle Times
I can only say I was deeply saddened by this tragic turn of events.
I would just like to encourage everyone to write a small poem for Mr. Craig Ladiser... he's going through some tough times right now, and a little clarity and reflection via the written word may be just the thing he needs.
I have hurriedly written the following, but I am sure it can be improved upon:
weekday afternoon golf
chummy chummy chatty golf
red-faced golf
with the MBA.
good times
eventually bring a
thought-out shout-out
to the girl on the green behind.
crisply bellowed syllables
of gray-haired penis sizes.
we hear much more
and fail to cringe
or act
accordingly
(really?
I did not know that.
tell me more
about your dick.
please.)
A thin veneer of governmental competence
fleetingly afire at first, then fully aflame
in the sweaty, heady vapor
of a Jack Daniels blackout.
My public servant
has let me down,
imploding ingloriously on
my thin tax dime.
but I worry needlessly.
in a few months
he will be installed again.
drinking
and chumming.
somewhere.
Story: