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Prometheus Bored

I’m shackled here through storm and drought.
An eagle pecks my liver out
  And leaves the gaping wound all raw and oozing.
But though I’m racked with searing pain,
The thing that drives me clear insane
  Is total lack of anything amusing.

I’ve never seen a Super Bowl.
I missed the twist and rock & roll,
  The films of Brando, Garbo, even Grable.
So take my liver — pick it clean!
And while you’re at it, take my spleen,
  But someone hook me up with basic cable!

 

 

For the continuing adventures of Prometheus, click here.

 

One Comment

  1. Jimmigee wrote:

    For a big bird on my lap
    I’d prefer a goose.
    But no getting around it,
    It’s still groin-abuse!

    Sunday, November 23, 2008 at 2:41 pm | Permalink

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