i'm a korean
can't you see that i'm a korean?
i'm a korean
walrus
can't you see that i'm a korean walrus?
can't you see that i'm ambling in your shade
thoughtfully reciting
hawthorne
to the
japanese
scottish terriers
and the swedish igneous rocks?
take me to your hungarian hospitals
right there on the borders of westchester and the bronx!
plug me up with serbian gauze
and clean my teeth with catalonian floss,
i'm ready!
i'll eat somalian meatballs provided they can find some
here in ronkonkama, new canada
standing beside the burundian bruce springsteen impersonator
and the little irish guy who thinks he's m jackson
in the union square station (in ny)
oh make me your heterosexual israeli walt whitman!
oh promote my ideas, like a paraplegic, lichtensteinian karl marx,
please!
and when the troubles are over
there will be pieces of water
hanging from my scandinavian beard
clouding my danish lorgnette
tasting of english wine
just squeezed from the iron curtain
(we’ll have the colombian
multimedia dehumidifier to thank for that)
though i'm not sure our latin
kabul university-educated tour guide
"vergil" is quite getting the american accent