The Marilyn Monroe Doctrine Poem by Richard George

The Marilyn Monroe Doctrine



The Iraqi boy was twelve
when he lost his hug. Napalmed
by testosterone, straitjacketed, he smouldered.

In an Oxford college bar
Thalidomide lamented
'That American girl...' Nobody
airlifted him from his mirage.

Eight limbs propel
Liberation's spider.

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Richard George

Richard George

Cheltenham, U.K.
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