Transcript of a
roadside interview:
notes appended.
A goddamn bucolic view;
a lusty rusticate playing the
simpleton shepherding
sleepy sheep, dreaming
harvest moon dreams of
shagging the reaper’s lass
in an August hayrick. If
that’s what he’s up to
most days we’ll stick no
posters on his bumper bars,
demand no contributions
to the Nation’s great debate,
leave him out of our polls
and surveys measuring
the national pulse, stay
entirely out of his rustic
& quaint, countrified way.
Wow, does it get any better
than that?
© 13 March 2007, I.D. Carswell
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