In the Kludgebox

‘…never over-estimate an under-achiever’ said Dejesus. ‘…they’re more likely to bump into a lamppost than make a deviled egg...’. Dejesus began making lewd remarks after witnessing the Witness witnessing, some so lewd and lascivious even the angriest man in town found them unsettling. He had a plan, and the plan was to send a collection of his lewd sayings and catcalls to Popular Mechanics, where, because of his nifty elocution, they’d be published for all to read. The day after Ship Day Dejesus dragged an old livery-cart to the front of the Seder grocer’s, and standing tall in the kludge-box, began reciting a poem he’d memorized by rote. The alms man, who was begging for alms in front of the aqueduct, caught ear of Dejesus’ gibbering, and pressing his ears into the flaps of his alms cap yipped ‘…down with the scurvy pig...!’ A sledge crow flew circling Dejesus’ head, wings fencing air, caw caw, it whelped, caw caw. Dejesus, paying little notice to the jeers and caws, threw his arms up over his head and said, ‘…never under-estimate an under-achiever, it might be the last estimate you make…’.