'Damn Shame! ' Mick Ejaculated. Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

'It's a damn shame! And I kid you not, '
Mick said as he stormed up from the cellar.
'If I ever hear or read another diatribe from
some hysterical male about us Europeans
being destroyers and monsters! Read
your distorted and illogical monologues
with a clean pair of spectacles! '

Celia looked up from her copy of the morning
newspaper with its garish headlines shouting
of murder committed by maniacs in the city.
'Mick, dear, you're a darling Irish lad,
not a decadent Euro! Get a grip, bucko! '

'We are Irish-Americans now! You're correct
in everything you say! Why can't these yahoos
wake up and smell the coffee? ' Mick said.

Celia shrugged and gazed out the window.
'Some are so blinded by the injustices inflicted
in the past on their forebears, they can only rant
and rave no matter how good they may have it! '