The banks of Washington's Potomac lie adorned with beauteous cherry trees their blooms, bright and full
the Woodrow Wilson drawbridge
is opening for river traffic
an immense ship approaches
no larger craft
has ever sailed the Potomac
emblazoned on the war ship's flanks
the ubiquitous name, U.S.S. Illusion
at the helm is admiral Who Cares
Congress and the administration
occupy places of prominence on deck
waving and sneering
as concerned citizens onshore
look on in dismay
the ship's banner proudly proclaims
"Onward To Nationalization And Debt"
suddenly the massive ship shutters to a halt
over the public address system
the President assures everyone
not to worry my fellow Americans
we have all under control
at that moment a huge supply ship arrives
an immense, clear pipe is connected
to the U.S.S. Illusion
as trillions of greenbacks begin to flow refueling the Illusion
once again the ship lumbers
and moves slowly ahead
bystanders on shore
look on in abject fear
realizing, the Illusion is real
You have so many reviews, You have a great following of people here on Ad. My grandson lives in Washington DC among the illusion and he is getting married in front of the Jefferson Memorial Labor Day weekend Sundsy. I shall be there that weekend and see the sights of Washington DC again as I did in my 20's, my last trip there. I am now 64.
Reviewed by neerja gandhi (Reader)
Reviewed on March 23, 2009
oops...whoops...hi jon...all went above my head...too much for me to understand....just one thing....illusions aren't real....
no illusions...just fun...real...eat real....drink real..
neerja
Braavo JOn...Send this to the press, it's fantastic!
You are so on target, it's frightening!God help us all
but mostly please Lord, open the eyes of the congress
we need those checks and balances we're supposed to have!
Jon,
I don't usually comment on another country's internal affairs but this speaks to all of us no matter where we are. Great, relevant sustained metaphor. Well said, Sir!
John
Great, Jon. You pulled all the stops on this one.
I suggest you submit it to the Washington Post.
The first three lines made me homeseick for the old town.
-gene.
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no illusions...just fun...real...eat real....drink real..
neerja
You are so on target, it's frightening!God help us all
but mostly please Lord, open the eyes of the congress
we need those checks and balances we're supposed to have!
Love,
Eileen
Be always safe,
Karen
I don't usually comment on another country's internal affairs but this speaks to all of us no matter where we are. Great, relevant sustained metaphor. Well said, Sir!
John
I suggest you submit it to the Washington Post.
The first three lines made me homeseick for the old town.
-gene.
Sandie Angel :o)
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
Love Tinka
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Mary