Friday, November 25, 2011

Daddy Warbucks' Eyes

I was told when I was two
That even though they had the same eyes
Warbucks was not her Daddy

Big Tuxedo, red dress, bald head, hair nappy

Annie's mom America
Her bounty shared by few
Her children orphaned
Husbands humbled
Horizon a dark blue

The Mideast rumbled
Europe stumbled
Far East rising near

People marched, dogs barked
Tea Party and Zucotti Park
Politicians try to ignite a spark
To light our fall into the dark
No candle to be found anywhere

Eyeless blind we had a ball
Bill came due we'd spent it all
A nation of hollow sockets
Divided by bulging and empty pockets
While rogue states build bombs and rockets
Once admired now they mock us

Hope that left over bird tastes good!
Happy Thanksgiving

Don Arrup
Satire1

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