In a message dated 04.02.03 1:06:06 AM, [log in to unmask] writes:
<< The motherland spreads her legs
round the Gulf of Mexico,
dreaming of new offspring.
I go down to Florida, to the soft,swampy cunt of her.
Now Iīm in. Thereīs oil here somewhere
and I aim to drill it. Fucked if I donīt.
>>
This final stanza says it all. I like the metaphor; it works. I dislike
mushy, patriotic poems; this is not one of them.
kol tuv, Ryfkah
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