Crush some garlic; crush a bugCross posted at Where Poetry Goes to Die
Crush the tyrant; he's a thug.
Crush the grapes to make some wine
"Crush", a soda that's just fine.
Crush, the shallow love of youth.
Crush, a job assigned your tooth.
Crush a beetle, though it stinks;
Crush a cockroach if it winks;
Crush the bugs that eat the crop;
Crush a union; make it pop!
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Crush
This isn't a finely nuanced argument. It is, instead, my reaction to Mr. D's post that Republicans might be getting weak-kneed in Wisconsin. My emotions lead me in on direction: eliminationist rhetoric (of the lousy poetical variety.)
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I like it. A lot.
ReplyDeleteI think that says more than "I'm a public bus driver in Wisconsin, and I earned $150,000 last year by billing a half hour for every phone call I received while off duty"! Oh and try to fire me even though nobody here rides the bus!
ReplyDeleteI had held back on commenting about Picklesworth poetry. Ahhhhhh, such delightful word arrangements!
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