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Thursday, September 12, 2013

I wrote this poem a bunch of years ago


Oh, Brother

Meta Latvian,
other night in a bar.
Tapas – not top o’ the line.
He asked why I do not love
the US of A,
            as he does.

Mother Earth then
Mother Russia then
Father Time and
Mother Load
of bullshit:

Monster truck, NASCAR,
trailer park
trash clash
of the
            Flash Taco
titans.
            Bush-whacked,
Paddywhacked,
Give the dog an ice cream cone;
I want to bring a young boy home.

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