Hope Bait [Today's News Poem, January 14, 2011]
Her heels have direction, they've walked from desire
Only because she's too drunk to return
In her Porsche and needs to stay fit so her belly
Can host a new clone, should she meet the right droid.
Anklets of silver; for gold is too gauche
For the shades of her toenails, her modest restraint.
Like dominoes, cocks go erect as she sways—
Climbing the hill to her mansion in fog—
Then they topple and hide disappointed, in trousers.
A clone, she's an actress, a fnord that you missed
Due to your jealousy, fantasy, hope.
They unscrew her prosthetics and download her brain
To the master of scams, to the foundry of fraud.
"Tunisian President Zine El Abidine Ben Ali has left the country, amid the worst unrest there in decades. The Arabic language network al-Jazeera says the speaker of parliament is temporarily in charge. The president was reported to have boarded a flight out of the country Friday evening local time. The military had sealed off the airport and closed Tunisian airspace a short time beforehand."
—Voice of America News, 14 January 2011
"Lebanon's caretaker Prime Minister Saad al-Hariri said on Friday that the country's rival political factions had no alternative to dialogue after the collapse of his "unity government" this week."
—Reuters, Fri Jan 14, 2011 12:14pm EST
"The incidents and disruptions continued into autumn, the records said, and college officials became concerned about Loughner's mental health. After an incident in September, a police officer delivered a suspension letter to him and recounted the events that had taken place. When the officer was finished, according to the report, Loughner responded, "I realize now that this is all a scam.""
—Ross Levitt and Susan Candiotti, CNN, January 14, 2011 12:58 p.m. EST
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