Here's a few legitimate refugees:
political, poverty, drought, war, and religious.
They're right in the top drawer zone,
But who gives a flying Whoopi
That Miley will claim assylum in Bali Bali;
Or Rosie will fly over camps on her way to Switzerland.
I hope Cher,
Doesn't apply for residence on Cape Breton Island:
We don't want you, Babe.
These are the celebrity refugees,
Bailing out on the touted
Greatest Democracy on the planet.
Shit, if you don't like what you elect,
Look to history, to stove pipe hats
And the wonders to be won
Before the end of this decade.
Perhaps they could go to Mars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem