Gabriel SimpsonLaw

Rookie (March 1960 / Essex England)

Golf Course Berlin - Poem by Gabriel SimpsonLaw

Make a fortress of the golf course
With eighteen feet high walls
And at each corner towers build
Send Dobermans abroad!

Oh razor-wire the sixteenth hole
And booby-trap the green
Turn bunkers into bunkers
String claymores in-between

Lay mines about the fairways
Dig trenches round the course
Machine-gun mounted golf carts
For the Quick Reaction Force

“And we can send the kids to school
In columns 4X4
They’ll think it fun the U.N. run
A school-run corridor”

Blue helmeted the escorts
Reminders of Berlin
All this to keep the riff-raff out
Or the other fuckers in

Comments about Golf Course Berlin by Gabriel SimpsonLaw

  • Rookie Angel bella (1/13/2008 2:48:00 AM)

    captured my interest. i like (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 13, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 13, 2008

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