The Equalizer - Both Audio and Text

The “Equalizer” Late last night, at Billy-Bob’s, this little dude walked in, an’ stood beside the stage and scanned the floor. Wasn’t hard to tell that he’d come down to do some dancin’, an’ what, of course, the guy was lookin’ for. Lots o’ gals come down to dance with girlfriends - if they choose - but more than not they‘ll dance with guys a while. Knowin’ this, the little fella….when the music paused….trotted up to two, an’…with a smile… Asked ‘em, “Girls, would either one, or both, of you - be willin’ to dance perhaps a song or two with me?” One looked at the other and remarked, “You go ahead…I’m headin’ for the john to take a pee!” As he reached to shake her hand and tell the gal his name - and ask for hers - this big old slob steps in An’ throws an arm around her waste and pulls her to his side, an’ says, “Yer lookin’ good, babe. How ya’ been?” “Git your damn hands off o’ me,” she snarled, “I’ve told ya’, Curly…you an’ me are through, now…take a hike!” Well…thinkin’ he was outta line, he tapped him on the shoulder and told him - very nicely - “My name’s Mike.” An’ figurin’ he could reason with him, cautiously went on, “There’re lots of gals who’d love to dance with you. In fact,” he added friendly like, “I’m sure you stand a chance for dancin’ with the one that’s - in the loo!” With absolutely no desire to fight the ugly fool…an’ with him bein’ drunk - an’ twice his size… Of course he started shakin’ as the moron sized him up, glaring down with cold and crazy eyes! A heartbeat later all the dancers hustled off the floor when Mr. Monster blew his flippin’ top! Tough as nails and trained in self-defense, he started in…as someone rightly hollered, “Call a cop!” He picked him up and flipped him, as he hollered, “That’s Karate… an’ that there’s from Korea --- little man!” Then spun ‘im ‘round and slammed him down, roaring in his face, “an’ that there, son’s --- Jiu-jitsu --- from Japan!” Crawling off the dance floor on his knees, the little fella finally reached a chair where he could rest. But watching that obnoxious jack-ass, whippin’ ‘round the cutie to whom - to dance - he’d offered his request - Got his blood to boilin’…‘specially knowin’ that she’d told him - in no uncertain terms - to hit the road. Well…he stumbled out the tavern door, but not to leave, ya’ see…‘cause he was in a - “gettin’ even” mode! Course…seein’ ‘im leave - the vicious brute was feelin’ sure as hell that he’d just whooped another pint-sized punk… While what he actually did, ya’ see…was - stumble to his car…and fetch an - “EQUALIZER” from its trunk. Halfway through the dance… which had been forced upon the girl… you couldn’t hear the music for the cheers, when the little feller laid ‘im out, then bellered down at him…. “That there, son’s - a tire iron ---- from Sears!” PS: I've now got 4 new Audio-CDs - @ 4 1/2 hours each = (62 diversely varied pieces). They’re listed on EBAY - under - “Mark Stellinga Poetry” - or available by simply contacting me at -- mark@writerofbooks.com -- should those of you who enjoy listening to poems as well as reading them - and particularly those of you that travel - care to be so entertained. (We use safe and simple - PayPal) Cheers, Mark