The world bank force-feeds money
into “bankable projects” until their livers
croak, but we refuse to force-feed Muslims
on Ramadan? The oil-besotted world
has no poor to think of; it IS Heaven!
Albeit CO2 heavy. The indignant,
high-profile rich cry like milk-choked whelps
sent to lobby the Pentagon of class warfare;
Cuz we punk-ass kids didn’t buy
their flexible flyers PS3 drones;
War-horny men whose missiles creamed
the launch pad: Gullet the blue pills!
Gum the suicidal works! Whoops.
Nausea, dizziness, exploding shits, etc.
Dec 24 2011
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but see if you can find the one line i liked.
I actually took a poetry writing class once, and everyone just threw their shit (and I mean shit, mostly…) up on the overhead weekly for everyone else to read. The prof was pretty gracious and encouraging about the whole thing; he’d been there; was still there; it’s an ongoing process; lots of fun at the time.
Christopher Parkening makes for a decent double-dactyl.