Have your illustrious editors write me a perfect verse; i.e. two 16 syllable lines. Send results to meaderobe@gmail.com They've killed my blog www.myspace.com/RideRedHorse since I published "E-Nazis; Time Warner, Microsoft, and Google"

PERFECT POEM

When I wrote this poem, I was convinced that the gays were the main problem; but now I realize that the coprophagists are at the forefront of the iniquity that characterizes the Bush Nazis. Although most of the coprophagists are gay, they are the ones who are most intent on concealing their sexual orientation; thus they are the ones who are probably responsible for AIDS; i.e. Anthrax thriving among the gays who favored "outing" all gays. "Where's" is a three word contraction, meaning "where there is". It has been removed from the english language since I wrote this. Que pasa? Contrary to the required maximum 16 lines of many poetry contests, 28 half-lines in seven verses was the norm for modern poetry, for it was an adaption of the much longer 14 lines of the sonnets. Try writing one perfect 16 syllable line. It took six days to write this poem. Much of the content of this poem is taken from the gay newspapers of DC in the 1980s, for they were trying to get all the gays to come out of the closet. Since I first submitted this poem to the Library of Congress for the Best Poem of the 20th Century contest in 1989, the Bush Nazis have apparently been preying on anyone who praises this poem or says that it is perfect.

THE CLOSET

Where love and truth wither and die,
Where gays say, "United we fly!"
Where yes means no, and no means yes,
Where those without can only guess.

Where selfish loveless people play,
Where those with God refuse to stay.
Where the game is played by the priest,
Where the one upheld is a "Beast".

Where folly reigns and lies are true,
Where jobs appear "out of the blue".
Where "fair is foul" and "foul is fair",
Where deceit reigns throughout the air.

Where gay women frustrate men,
Where those without are pecked like hens.
Where men are girls and girls are tough,
Where consummation's not enough.

Where darkness permits AIDS to thrive,
Where chaos reigns and talk is jive.
Where rational thought is not sought,
Where trained wisdom is all for naught.

Where the aim is domination,
Where drugs supply recreation.
Where plots and schemes are made to cheat,
Where crime and justice never meet.

Where's naught to fear but a number,
Where jests are made of His thunder.
Where the destination is hell.
Where they all say,"It's just as well."

Copyright 9/18/90 Robert Meade"Bobby" "Israel" Deaf Messenger

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