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Chopper Sonnet

I sit on the organizational chart and propose it’s
the coziest sensation imaginable. We freed 40
from FEMA once, always reporting directly to
the president of Alabama. Oh, we got hit in the

jugs at first, but the problem dried up soon
enough. 40 more FEMAs came hurling toward
us, all from the persimmon-head who performs
worstest from a chopper over bloody waters.

I’m not laughing at the parsimony of my fear

less leaders. I’m jest slurping at a lemon zinger,
slinking simply inside an agency unforeseen by 

experts as dangerous. You might joke that a cat

astrophe is good for this country; our bottled water

could also be just as dangerous as it is unfunny.