Shenzhou 9A Poem by delapruchna.remember when JFK wanted to show the Soviets just how big our dick was before the end of the 60’s by shooting our load deep into space, so as to be the first to ever land a man on the moon?
mr. Kennedy’s time, we all know, was fatally cut short--- he did not get to see Neil step out onto the surface & mumble his now completely whored-out sound bite, many people who were too young then to know what was happening, or those of us who hadn’t even been born yet, never got the chance to understand what it was like to feel like the empire, whose belly you lived in, was at the tip tip tippity top of all civilization, despite the mass of citizens who were being denied fundamental human rights within the country & of course, despite all those unfortunate folks, living in countries that we didn’t like, that we didn’t like having a relationship with the Soviets, that we saw natural resources in which we were gonna TAKE one way or the other, or that we just wanted to exploit the labor of to make the s**t that we buy domestically even cheaper, taking away jobs from those citizens staring up at the sky, waiting for Neil to babble---
things have changed & now, as the empire sends much of its military weight to the Asia-Pacific, in a last bid to throw its testosterone around, flailing madly in the face of China, China itself has sprung a big one & with the docking of the Shenzhou 9 only a few days ago, with a goal of having a space station fully functional, by 2020--- holding up a hand with that special finger flipped, in the direction of the aging policeman of the world, still sitting at the diner counter, stuffing himself with doughnuts, hoping everybody else is gonna just do what they are told, despite the fact that one day his attempt at running & getting em’, so as to dispel the proper disciplinary measures, just ain’t gonna fly anymore--- it will leave him breathless & his heart will give out.
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Added on June 29, 2012 Last Updated on June 29, 2012 Authordelapruchnothingville, NYAboutBio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..Writing
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