Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Don't Call Me

Debra the suicide bomber
sits on the low wall by the monkey bars
eating a mojito

Mojito baguette? Is that what they sling those poor bastard Francophone Algerians at Guantánamo Bay?
Such an ordinary life! Good poem!
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