Limericks Crochetes: All the Trappings of the Rough-Neck Cult
Limericks crochetés : All the trappings of the rough-neck cult
All the trappings of the rough-neck cult
Baby-faced blond Aryans exult
Under star-striped umbrella
State seal insignia
Some Dad yells « OUT », muscle-men catapult
Can SUN also set in the Wild West
Where the cash – the Man says – will come to rest
How many will share wealth
How many get free health
Deplete coffers for great job conquest ?
The tragic loss of a rising star
O ! Mark « Blond » face ! He’ll shine yet afar !
Blocked not by Destiny
But by peer fear envy :
Winsome mien sage’s ears passion galore !
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016
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