I know a country
loud and haughty
poking its nose
in everyone's potty.
Its ears are rubber,
floppy and fake
they wiggle politely
but hear no mistake.
Its eyes are marbles,
which roll with delight
when they hear
the hint of a fight.
Its tongue is rancid,
coated with oil
it tastes every rumor
and stirs up the boil.
Its skin is botoxed
sagging at feet
blushing on cue
and freezing on heat.
It boasts six senses
in proud eloquence
the last one invented
to justify nonsense.
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The author may insist that the country is fictional but it sounds all too real to me and I would have to agree that my country does far too much of all this. Good write
the poem is real but the author notes are satire
Nice
Fictional - Oh yeh?
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Not that accidental (bravo) either.
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