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LINES WRITTEN ON NOVEMBER 22, 2008
Michael Jackson has become a Muslim,
And Hillary Clinton more important,
Barack Obama and his promises of change,
Are still waiting for a change.
The canoe-shaped moon looks at me,
As if it wants some company,
The November chill makes me reel,
Saddened by winter's biting steel.
I feel like an alien from another world,
Who has somehow lost his way down here,
My heart, my feelings, my very self,
Are wisdom-filled antiques in a dusty shelf.
I feel like somebody not meant for Earth,
Devoid of belonging to this mazy lurch,
My goodness is construed as weakness,
And my friendly ways a source of mirth.
How come I came to this unfriendly place,
Whose people love to make-up their face,
Where women love to jump and rave,
Displaying nakedness beneath lined lace.
There are planets floating all around,
Without any clue anywhere found,
I am all alone with a lonelier heart,
Seeking my true planet, my home ground.
