he keeps a 30-year supply
of khakis and gucci loafers
deep in his underground bunker
an extra set of clubs to ensure his putting game doesn’t suffer
a martini shaker
and an ample supply of single malt scotches
if emergencies should occur
a monogrammed bug-out bag
filled with such necessities as caviar and perrier
his brand new audi finely-tuned, fueled and ready
to whisk both he and his beautiful muffy
safely away
should chaos reign
and the country club be breached
pragmatically, he keeps the library in his bunker
well supplied with books on navigation
so that he and his financial advisors
can sail away from nantucket
to the grand cayman islands
where taxes are non-existent
and where he can scuba-dive the coral reefs
when nuclear bombs and locust plagues
catastrophically descend upon the earth
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t. joseph
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