Cretan Maineiac

(April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)

.Ron Lantz: Let us Pray


Night fell typically on the Beltway, writing a
telos to myrmidon
angst. God’s driver—fresh from

a convocation petitioning
guidance- eased to
rest astride self-anointed hatists-ala-mode

who’d recently splattered superfluous
scarlet along the
DC fall. Unfettered by dhimmitude &

Chief Moose, Ron Lantz made the
call—all in a day’s
work. Enron deadwood wowed the

Programmer, selling-out their initial sell-out as
Mr. Lantz— humble as a
lamb- retired to

Sunday duty, leaving lesser lights- so
departmental- all
the vainglory one nation—let us pray-can bear.

Submitted: Sunday, March 07, 2010
Edited: Saturday, July 03, 2010

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