Well, shit happens when you least expect it
and I was like
“Gee my clothes are gone
and I’m in a communist country
but it could be worse
I suppose
if you really think about it.”
so now I can tell people
that I
actually was
in a Communist country
I’m just glad Senator McCarthy
is long since dead
and couldn’t make
the wrong something of it
I can romanticize it
now that it’s over
It was truly
a great life adventure
that I’ll no doubt
be talking about
when I’m old and gray
and a tad cantankerous
after the youth is passed
my “I was in a Communist counrry”
kind of shtick
or outright bullshit
is something I’ll be pulling off
and might have to whore up
my poetry thru all this
in order to get it all down
quite shamelessly
I might add