Postcard from Nassau
Here am I
hanging dollar bills out
in the sun to dry.
George and Tony send their love.
George says "Stop! It's hammock time."
"That guy kills me", says Osama,
laughing like an AK47.
He's playing Risk with Tony, who just smiles:
"How many virgins do you get in heaven?"
We all love Osama -
more than virgins, more than beer,
more than Michelle loves Barack Obama.
If there's a bond more powerful than love,
it's fear.
Give my love to Lehman Brothers,
AIG and Goldman Sachs.
Praise be to Dick, and Paul - and Dick.
God bless Rupert and his hacks.
My golden parachute opened like an orchid,
petals stitched by tiny hands
chained in darkness in Shenzhen.
I can even hear the silkworms singing
"Here we go round the mulberry tree",
in happy voices, thinking they are free.
They all love Osama -
more than virgins, more than beer,
more than buddhists love the Dalai Lama.
If there's a bond more powerful than love,
it's fear.
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One Day the Sun: A Collection
PoetryA collection of poems entered for the Attys awards, 2012. The judges were kind enough to shortlist this work and I thank them for that recognition. Biggest thanks, however, go to you, dear reader.
