Love Poems Are Horrible And Here's Why

Liberty Now

Opulent diarrhea

oozes out

pigs on parade

in the Emerald City

written like icons

venerating

capital ascendancy

in a dominion

freed

for it

Islamo-fascist

percolate

behind the black Burka

strap on bombs

toy

like pegging women

plumbing the depths

of the Texan baron

the son of John Howland’s

smiling

behind

Power and Industry

dictate

peace – love

blessings – curses

to diminutive people

in that horrid covenant

between them

and the almighty uncle Sam

The US capitulates

its strength

as the iron curtain

muffles

invisible waves

of speech

Lady LIBERTY

gurgles

gasps

rattles

on the pyre

of brotherly love

---William James, 6/16/2007

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