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Please President Bush, Save Me From My Adolescence (Free verse) by mogwai

Out on the road, I can see my house from here, I can hear the planes, I can see the missile flash in the midnight sky, the air strike a perfumed punch, my house is gone, I toast mashmallows over the ruins, thank you President Bush, for saving me from myself. The guidance counsellor with the most weapons wins.

mogwai 17-Sep-02/7:44 AM
Thanks b for comments, they were very helpful, when it was written i was actually thinking of the perspective of American teenagers and how their visions of morality are affected by the leadership of a man like President Bush. The 'house' is a metaphor for their innocence if you like, without wanting to sound too trite. The last line is referring to the fact that history is written by those most powerful.




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