First militant: “Question: If ‘we’ are all Hizbullah, then why are not all of us crouched down here in earthen bunkers drinking warm water and eating stale pita pieces beside buckets of our own waste, waiting for the IDF to spread us like pistachio paste into their tank treads?” Second militant: First militant: Second militant: Second militant: “Uh, because Allah works in mysterious ways…?” First militant: “Yeah? Well, so do
July 23, 2006
July 23, 2006
The “This poem has training wheels” poem
This poem has training wheels, because—having read it over twice now—I’m convinced it simply cannot stand alone.
