Wurst Verse
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