The dragon and the phoenix went out
to a strip club one night.
They really liked the Honduran girls.
Afterwards, they went to a diner
that was also a drive-in
and drank a couple of milkshakes
– the phoenix had blueberry.

They goofed on the carhops
and made a few demeaning comments
because both of the creatures
were unreformed misogynists.
Of course, as so often happens,
they were misanthropes as well.

Because of this,
the phoenix and the dragon
began discussing the current political climate.
They each were pleased
by the rise of strong-man leaders,
but for different reasons:
The Phoenix thought that some much-needed structure
was needed in the cities,
but the dragon just liked to watch things burn.

Around midnight, the mythic duo
got on a train
to get back to their respective neighborhoods.
The dragon lived in Bushwick
and the phoenix was over in Fishtown at a shelter .
He probably didn’t have enough savings for the night out with his friend, but what’re you gonna do?

They pound-hugged when they parted
because they were good buds.

And that’s the story of the phoenix and the dragon.
Thanks for your time.