Thursday, December 23, 2010

Dear Uncle Samta 10

In a city sounds soul
Neighboring brother’s an asshole
A family fight
Could unleash all of Man’s might
And bury us all in their hole

The Empire of Ireland
Bends to its burden
Athens, Rome and Madrid
Feared powers of old
Have given up
And now shake a cup
But what they really need is a bowl

The World Cup
Is a beggar’s cup
And the fastest talking
Least likely to pay you back
Jack
Is the United States of America

China, China, China
Skinny cat with too much fat
Backer of our greenbacks
Eclipsed the Rising Sun
In the wealth dance
With one leg firmly down our pants

Homeless for the Holidays
Busted banks hold empty homes
No rest for old bones
I’m family
Not a stranger
Not up for a manger
I hope the Wise Men leave me alone


Don Arrup
Satire1

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