Muskerberg and The Toddler King
The rough beast is leaving Bethlehem
Musk Ox and Meta Morf
joined at the hip
their android stares
fixed on the horizon
slouching into twenty twenty five.
And all across the world
lonely men light up their lap tops
and search for unverified facts
formerly known as “lies”.
Meanwhile the Toddler King sleeps soundly
dreaming that he’s on an ice floe
off the coast of Greenland.
In the dream he owns that ice floe
and seals honk
in what he interprets to be approval.
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One week of sanity left!
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It seemed like a short week!
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Not to mention formerly mislabeled as human…(K)
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Yes indeed!
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If only that ice floe would stay adrift.
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I cannot unimagine the picture you paint in my mind of honking seals with Maga hats….
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Oh that closing image is a cincher! Good one, Jim 💙
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Thanks Sanaa!
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Keats would love this- I certainly do!
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This poem is genius, Jim! First and foremost you all have my deepest sympathy, who knows what the Toddler King will do now that he has an equally insane playmate. I also worry about the ripples around the world. If he were to find himself adrift on an ice floe, he should beware the wrath of seals.
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Yes indeed! Beware the wrath of seals! Thanks Kim!
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A masterpiece!! Kudos.
We despise Musk Ox and Meta Morf. I wonder if the toddler king realizes it’s cold in Greenland. He’ll need Bernie’s mittens!!!
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Thank you Yvonne! And we all need Bernie!
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Wonderful Jim — love you friend… 🙂
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Thanks Rob, good to hear from you!
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What a beautifully surreal poem, Jim! I love the attitude and the images, especially this line:
“slouching into twenty twenty five” – this is pretty much how I entered this year! 🙂
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Thank you Sunra, much appreciated!
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