Friday, November 30, 2007

Poem #334 of 365

Pops paces casually
through the kitchen,
sipping from an opened
cold can of sauerkraut.

Rose has just issued a
complaint, which is
forwarded to me by
another client, and I'm
not sure how to respond,
what action to take.

"Pops is doing sieg-heil again."

I'm not sure if he's a
Nazi sympathizer for real,
or if he's temporarily
homeland sentimental
for distasteful German
foods and fascist regimes.

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez

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