Viagra 11th

Posted 05:15 GMT
Mangala raised his head from the newspapers, checked his watch. Six months had passed, and the shame and horror of September 11th had somehow been washed away by the bath of blood.

Afghanistan, a land of peace and plenty.

Iraq, flourishing under the American's gentle tutelage.

Saddam. Teeth well checked, but badly in need of a haircut, as a guest of the Americans.

America itself. Engaged in lively Democratic debate.

Right, said Mangala, as he picked up his small drum, and began to sing:

September eleventh, on the day

America went limp

From the rigid heights

Viagra proud

To Old Man Flaccid

We collapsed, and

When things go limp,

Guys get mean with

A blue-ball snarl:

Take that, Saddam bin Laden,

Evil French doer,

We stiff again. You lose.

Mangala set down his drum, and set forth to explore the brave, new world.

(Viagra 11th, by Julien Soleil, courtesy of DayPoems)