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What's It To You Stranger
by Philip F De Pinto
It was way past
Dinner time
And as I was estranged
From many a kitchen
And as I was starving
For something whipping
In the wind
I did like an ape
Climb the pole
And dined on stars
And stripes
And what's it to you
Stranger?
Who are not anywhere near
Being estranged from kitchens
If they whipped
At half mast?
09/07/2013 Posted on 09/07/2013
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/08/13 at 06:26 PM This feels much deeper than a sunken flag pole and tweaks my mind nicely. Thanks, Philip. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/09/13 at 06:27 PM Evocative read, Phil; title just drew me in, and the rest, icing on the cake in my own cerebral kitchen. I sense a possible allegory here to America (?) in its current state. |
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