Poem a Day December #8
Updated: Dec 11, 2020
Sorry to have failed you yesterday, my life of leisure having been too much to overcome. Actually, it was more the making sure my 10 year-old had completed his homeschooling for the day and had eaten something more than just crackers and toffee, coupled with Thursday night football on a Tuesday...(another sign we’re living in the end times).
At any rate, I regret that the muses were left to their own devices for an entire day, and I do worry that they will eventually give up on this old poet and find refuge in some new poet with more talent (or maybe less talent, but more likelihood of utilizing it). So, I’m back at it today in between Uber rides, today’s poem being patched together between pick ups and drop offs.
It stems from this word “authenticity,“ which Billy and Jeffrey Brown discuss at the 2:00 minute mark of this video.
The First Asian American President of the United States
Jimmy Wong was born
of a Chinese dissident father
and Vietnamese mother,
and he was a real inspiration
to Asian Americans of all ethnicities,
having made his fortune
with a wildly successful
chain of “Chinamese” restaurants
called the Pho King Wok.
Jimmy had grown tired of the typically
racist American electorate, so he divorced
his Japanese wife and married
his high school sweetheart, Bonnie,
a blonde-haired, blue-eyed
All-American volleyball player from Malibu.