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MONDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 2001

second half

Villanelle of difficult times

We have no place to go, this, the time of war,
Trembling, we hold our flag.
All in all, Id rather stick it to a whore:

 

Get a rubber, close the door,
Just hope my sex wont sag.
Theres no safe bed in the time of war.

 

Overhead the jets roar,
Doin that kill-and-be-killed rag.
Id really rather stick it to a whore.

 

The children hide under the floor,
My wife has turned into an old hag,
Life sucks in this, the time of war.

 

I remember when life was a bore,
My lovely wife, a nag,
Id sneak away, stick it to a whore.

 

Now will my stocks soar?
Will the boys come home in a bag?
I want safety in this, the time of war:
Im the stay-at-home American war whore.

Hector Q. Mooney