Wurst Verse

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In the old Pueblo world,

differences were celebrated

as signs of the Mother Creator’s grace.

 

Sausage from spoiled pig

better Conchita

Wurst for Where

Is the Man in Me?

Where is the Man

Chief Joseph in the poem?

 

She got no Prize

for winning the End Game.

When cancer called

she said Oink!

And ate pork rinds.

 

Better that fat fried

than the fell Fame

of writing the worst

poem written by a poet

who won the Pulitzer.
 

Four of Clubs - Robert Penn Warren
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