for Aaron Fogel
Politically-correct
personal computers
point and click.
President Clinton
(codename Peacock)
can't protect
crack pushing
Communist Party
cops pursuing
a care package
of peasant consciousness
in a car park.
Poverty's a crime,
and capital punishment
par for the course,
in this penal code.
A plausible cliffhanger
can't cure the paralyzed,
prevent cancer,
or prepare California
for Perry Como,
that peerless crooner.
Pitcher and catcher confer.
O cornet player, play
"Pomp and Circumstance"
please, in the partly cloudy
cool Pacific.
I loathe the idea of 'political correctness'. Can politicians ever be 'correct? ' I prefer to think for myself thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'PC" , when it means' personal computers', causes a very different emotional response in me than 'political correctness'. Personal computers are a positive thing to have. One day I might be able to get my own computer, instead of using library ones. A fair enough comment about Bill Clinton.