Victory Parade

My girlfriend is a miracle.

She’s so young but she’s so beautiful.

So is her new bikini trim,

A waxed-to-neatness center strip of quim.

Now there’s a word you haven’t heard for a while.

It makes me smile.

It makes me think of James Joyce.

You hear his Oirish voice.

It’s spring on Broadway, and in the center strip mall

The trees are all

Excited to be beginning.

My girlfriend’s amazing waxing keeps grinning.

It’s enough to distract

From the other drastic act

Of display today—Osama bin Laden is dead!

One shot to the chest and one to the head,

SEAL Team 6 far away from my bed

Above Broadway—in Abbottabad, Pakistan, instead.

Bullets beyond compare

Flew over there,

Flew through the air

To above and below the beard of hair,

A type of ordnance that exploded

Inside the guy and instantly downloaded

The brains out the nose. Our Vietnam

Is now radical Islam.

I tip my hat and heart to the lovely tiny lampshade

Above her parade.