AND THE EAGLE WAS STRUCK IN THE AIR

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And the eagle was struck in the air

                                          by flying metaphors

Someone created a monster of indignity

and critics thought themselves important

All I could think of were phallic symbols

and rebus envy and weenie hacko

After years of disillusionment I left

                                                 for New York

and came crawling back under the tracks

                                                praying for mercy

and drinking Scotch on the rocks

 

 

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