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One of these Days
One of these days I’ll write a poem
that strips down to its macrame bikini
and flings itself from a NY Plaza Hotel
chandelier onto Donald Trump’s hair.
It’ll be a poem that crashes the hotel’s
pastry kitchen, samples all the wares,
then whisks a bottle of champagne up
to the suite with the finest Park view.
Yep, one day I will.
But not today.
Today I’m writing a poem
about the Versailles of my
parakeets’ 2-bedroom loft.
It's come a loooong way, baby.
Jannie Funster
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