Upon the occasion of a state dinner given in honor of Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II, May 7, 2007, at The White House in Washington, DC.
wipe the shit off your shoes
before you go in,
don’t snicker
when he spills the soup.
Her majesty is used to these affairs
the polite stroke
the correct spoon,
the competent lie
told with an open smile,
while dissidents mill about outside
huddled with their coffee
in white styrofoam cups
waiting for the donuts
to arrive.
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YEP
this one.
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Actually you could flush them both down the toilet and the world would be a better place.
At least Richard Nixon and Louis XVI exited the stage with an enjoyable bang.
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well done
I like this alot, ther's just something about it.. I wonder, ha ha. Well written, awesome job. Your poem flows brilliantly!
Best of luck and come by and read some of my poems some time!
-HD
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Equality probably will never surface, I personally don't see the point in having a queen, even though I am British, and am encouraged to "worship" the queen, although our troops fight the war, a threat is enough to stop Harry from fighting even though everyone there is at risk of dying anyway,
Oh well.
Nice write!
x
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A white tie with soup stains perchance. It takes all kinds, hopefully the hands of peace can be extended far and wide. Well done.
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...yes, and horses too. lol.
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A Figurhead for Peace?
Well, it isn't like the Queen has much power anyhow. She is really just a figurehead. Whatever. If her being here helps establish peaceful relations between us and Great Britain, then good. We don't have to like her, per-say.
Suggestion:
Try writing a poem about Jamestown (I might do so myself), which is the main reason why she came here. I think this year is the 300th aniversary. So you see, beneath all the pomp and circumstance was an actual purpose...worth writing about, too.
Thanx-Papyrus
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I wonder what she is thinking when she listens to him speak. It would be fun to know. Three bunnies for this!!
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wonderful
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Interesting piece to be certain, nice flow to it with a wonderful touch of oppossing places. Best of luck in this and all of your endeavors.
Hetohke'e 
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Shinola
Question: Why does George Bush wear black cowboy boots?
Answer: So he can make a better effort to distinguish his shit from his shinola.
Poor Queenie -has to be all polite like -- she would get my vote to be queen again if she grabbed George by the nose and said:
"My grandson is about to be shipped off to combat because of that debacle of a war that you and Tony cooked up."
And then added
"So when are those two worthless twats Jenna and Barbara signing up for combat service?"
But I don't think Queens is lowed to say "twat" so I prolly won't get my wish.
This poem is damn good --
competent lie told with open smile -- great fulcrum of the piece
Hit be time to make the donuts -- doncha think?
This here be my favortist Lutey Poem for time being
right some more and change my mind.
Yeah, hit be all crazier than hog shit in a hen house, but I gives it three claps causin I know you unnerstan.
Peace.
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Send it out. Immediately so as not for it to lose its impact. Rare for Lute to write a topical poem. When he does, it is quite poignant, punchy, and a Voice missing from the people of his generation who once started all the Calls for Change and have fallen silent.
The introduction is so long and important and then it leads into the wipe the shit off your shoes..wonderful.
course I can't help but think it is horseshit left over from the Queen's trip to the Kentucky Derby cause I'm not sure there are boot scrapers heavy duty enough for any of them to scrape the metaphoric shit they have caked up on their tongues, urr shoes. And not sure they could wipe the shit and still be inside in their white ties.
You rawk.
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I'm not sure I'd worry much about the shit, considering the amount of it ...that likely exists in that lovely little building full of fools, but then perhaps ..I'm jaded in my view..
and truly how can one not laugh??
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laugh...
i nearly split my gusset...
oooops
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mind you.... it was reported on CNN that someone thought Dame Helen Mirren was the real Queen, due to her portrayal of Good Ole Lizzy...
.... shame that their one brain cell then exploded in their head....
sorry... this poem has given me a fit of the standing up for my country giggles.... -
yeah yeah...
i once got asked in one of your lovely states... by a fellow american.. quite sincerely... if i knew the queen, just to upset their equilibrium for that day... i said yes... they looked very perplexed .. and i then called them a first class pillock!!!
it is quite sad that some of you guys and gals think that Great Britain is the size of a postage stamp???
well gee.... good Lizzy is in the states and people o'er there --- with you.... don't know whether to bow, curtsey or blow the buggers up..... ha
what a hoot...
yeah yeah strangeshaped guitarman.... stryrofoam is great to play with and make horrid squeeky noises
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Someone once say something like -you must watch those Russian peasants, they are depressed, downtrodden and resigned, but you see what they can do once they get rid of all those Archdukes and Princes.
You see, people here in England, they are also used to this anachronism, and they moan but they never really want to get rid. Perhaps it is safe to be downtrodden and resigned to the hamster wheel. Everyone you see play their part until it is time in history for them to play another part.
Your poem may or may not have the echo of the recent debacle of the affair of Ms Middleton and Prince William. I do not follow these things much but read an article with the gist that the girl is not of the breeding to say lavatory not toilet or something, thus off with her head, or at least the ring she did not get. The Prince, who is the scion of European aristocratic inbreeding, one might have hoped should end all this nonsense quietly comply with the crap and go and have his picture taken giving water to AIDS victims in Africa or some such.
Little poem, simple words much profoundnesses.
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