…..It was like the coming of Zod, grown men wearing wigs looking like Maude, excellent weaponry but morally flawed, turned their history into the planet of the apes, crushed the indigenous between their toes like grapes, came off like supermen, they should’ve asked where are their capes, found out later to be expeditiously fake, while at the dinner table eating mashed potatoes and steak; I suspect marrying Pocahontas was apart of their strategics, then came the alcohol making their movements quadriplegic. In a Cold War your pleasures are their weaponry, even their news is something done cleverly, got your head floating in the clouds heavenly, to keep your jab down so you can stop measuring.
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What a great satire in poetic form with such great metaphor. Lovely a fave
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