Tonight, I got drunk
Spoke brashly about Indian Women
And drove home slower than normal
listening to Michael Savage
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2 comments:
My fave: "Spoke brashly about Indian Women"
I also want to pull a Simic and say cut the two last lines. But I feel this poem is a 3-liner, so maybe cut the last 2 or morph them into 1.
"spoke brashly about Indian Women" is dope (have we done that before?)
Initially I thought the last line was unnecessary too, but the more I think about it the fact that it's a little awkward feeling makes it absolutely essential given the tone of the poem as a whole. There's something boastful and slovenly and Republican about it that I find charming.
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