Ms. Information

America the Beautiful;
Depends where you’re standing.

God bless the U.S.;
Depends which one.

From sea to shining sea;
Depends on the latest oil spill.

Oil burns bright, so do wildfires.
The torch on Ellis Island was never lit.

Probably why she turned green, got sick from the cold,
Or ate something that turned her stomach.

Bad French Fries, maybe.
Call ‘em frites over there.

A little redundant calling them Français Frites.

Though, sometimes a patriotic adjective is helpful.
There’s splendor, then there’s American Splendor.

A work of literature or...

Maybe, metaphorically, a poetic name
For Lady Liberty’s torch...

If we could only light it.

But, then, perhaps it would be French Splendor,
As she was a gift from France.

So, Liberty is a French woman with cleanly shaven armpits,
Standing on an island in New York with an impotent torch,
And some book Napoleon used to stand on to address his armies.

He was short.
Little man syndrome.

Definitely not as tall as the woman who holds the book
Sent over to give us our impotent torch of liberty.

Copper goes green behind the ears after a while, evidently.
French Fries go green if you don’t peel them or cook them enough.

A slightly copper colored fry is best.
Slightly crisped on the outside to protect the soft white center.

Sometimes a bruised potato shows up and the fry turns black,
Deflates a bit, and can’t protect the soft white center.

It holds nothing of presupposed value being black and blue
Before it had a chance to cook to the right temperature.

Might as well hold a bruised French Fry under Liberty’s impotent torch
And try to make it of nutritional value to the American eating it.

Maybe raise the nutritional bar...

They only eat Frites in France, where
Bruised done right is for a five-star gourmet soiree.

They call Paris the City of Love, but ‘Eiffel’ is not something you want
The world’s most notorious phallic symbol saying on a honeymoon night.

Quite an awful thing to hear your tower sing:

‘Oui, oui, Eiffel!’
On your honeymoon.

Oui! Oui! for Lady Liberty’s impotent torch.
Green obscene frites for treats on Coney Island

Sounds fair real newsie to me.

Let Freedom’s Onion ring for your attention!
Cracked Liberty Bell peppers and all.

Wynn