John F. McCullagh Poems

Thanks for nothing, Cindy Perl.
After five long years of dating-
Movies, concerts, masticating-
You decided David Tepper’s not for you.
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A morning in Hiroshima

In August of the year
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I have observed that history rhymes,
with no exact repeats each time.
As foreign nationals flock to fight
For ISIS and the Caliphate.
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They’re a militant group of foodies of whom we live in constant dread.
They’re not ones to be satisfied with bribes of jam and bread.
They’re like a pack of locusts, descending on Food Mart.
Soon not a Twinkies left alive, just wrappers in the park.
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(parody to tune of the Beatles “Lady Madonna”)
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At the foot of the Cross stood the Magdalene
with Mary, his mother, and John.
Jesus was now in extremis-
the curious people had gone.
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When Ebola's fever begins to rage,
The prognosis isn't nice,
Monoclonal antibodies
are needed from three mice.
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A widow took a stranger to her bed.
This woman was denounced before the law.
She numbly stood and heard her sentence read.
Though I suspect she knew her fate before.
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The crops are drooping in my fields.
No rain again today.
My precious topsoil, dry as dust,
threatens to blow away.
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I remember a day somewhere in time,
Before these words were spoken.
When I was still your little one
And our circle was unbroken.
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