Victory Parade

My girlfriend is a miracle. She’s so young but she’s so beautiful. So is her new bikini trim, A waxed-to-neatness center strip of quim. Now there’s a word you haven’t heard for a while. It makes me smile. It makes me think of James Joyce. You hear his Oirish voice. It’s spring on Broadway, and in the center strip mall The trees are all Excited to be beginning. My girlfriend’s amazing waxing keeps grinning. It’s enough to distract From the other drastic act Of display today—Osama bin Laden is dead! One shot to the chest and one to the head, SEAL Team 6 far away from my bed Above Broadway—in Abbottabad, Pakistan, instead. Bullets beyond compare Flew over there, Flew through the air To above and below the beard of hair, A type of ordnance that exploded Inside the guy and instantly downloaded The brains out the nose. Our Vietnam Is now radical Islam. I tip my hat and heart to the lovely tiny lampshade Above her parade.