Thanks for the feedback, Ryfkah. Glad the poem worked for you.
Best wishes, Mike
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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 I´m in. There´s oil here somewhere
and I aim to drill it. Fucked if I don´t.
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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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