The Divine Bailout Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

The Divine Bailout



From the divine Lehman Brothers
To the manifest divine WaMu
To the divine B of A,
I pass through again.
As a horse shakes free
The flies & the fleas in its mane,

I shake off all evil & free myself
From the divine Mutual Bonds
Of birth and death & through the gas
Escaping from the divine lips
Of Sarah Palin,
I attain the pure realm

Of divine Fort Ross
From where I can see (almost)
Divine Alaska & from there on
Into the pure realm of divine Russia,
& with Putin willing,
To divine Ukraine my home.

From there I'll kiss
The divine Moroccan soil,
Land of my youth & maybe even
Divine Yemen because
Divine bin Laden
May have had a point.

And I'll forgive divine France
For not sticking by the divine USA
But I'll never forgive them
For the Muslim Mentalists take over.
Except for when they speak of vain talk,
Then I'll turn away & say:

'To us our deeds and to you yours.
Peace be to you: I seek not the ignorant.'
I swear I shall not lose the house I live in
To any divine Downey Savings rip offs.
Standing tall I shall never be lost
In this less than divine world.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: pome
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