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You asked me last night how I deal
with the pressure, where I go to vent,
unload
all the political baggage I take
in throughout the week.
My answer tonight was that if I stay
in poetry, imbibe
literature, all the diatribe just becomes
gas, a methane flame off the landfill
of my brain.
I’m reminded of the news — released
by the previous regime — that cow’s flatulence,
the methane emitted by incontinent bovines
is one of our greatest sources of greenhouse gasses.
A perfect metaphor, I think,
for all political rhetoric lately —
bovine gas on both sides of the aisle.
Ok, this English teacher loves the rhetoric references and connections to b.s. Classic Charley!
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Thank you! From a poet I respect.
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Ain’t taking sides on American politics — what can a Chinese say these days? But this cracks me up alright, buddy!
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Cows and bovine flatulence. This is the stuff of REAL poetry ! (mooooo )
https://connecthook.wordpress.com/2015/04/06/when-cows-come-home/
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Thank you! I believe in using everything in my poetry — hoof, tail, horn. 🙂
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