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INTERNATIONAL AFFAIRS (THE COSMIC
JOKE OF 1977)
In this godforsaken place so-called planet Earth,
Rainstorms thundershowers snowfreeze floods and typhoons constantly occur.
Somewhere there is good harvest, somewhere there is famine,
Shortage of something-or-other,
Aberfan chaos,
Liverpool dock strike,
Sheffield problem with stainless steel workers.
Jesuits in China were kicked out by the Communists.
Catholics do hard work in Thailand, but the Buddhist school system
makes it ineffective.
Sri Lanka is having a paranoia with the Sacred Heart people.
Mr. Park experiences slap on the face from trying to buy the U.S.
senators.
Indira Gandhi is fading in Desai's pollution with bhagans of Gandhi
supplication.
Sadat is trying to trick the world but stepping on the dog-shit of
Arab manure.
Madame Mao with her coyote true-believing hunting expedition has
been caught by the suburbian Hua.
Dung Hsiao Peng is resurrected like the Christ and planning capitalized
Communism.
Moscow proclaims its steady Kremlin victory, which was won sixty
years ago.
Brezhnev half-dead thinking that he is a good huntsman and the
greatest general in the world,
Choking with Stalinist nostalgia,
Nixon dead corpse has made American statesman into Carter
embarrassment;
Maybe George Washington did lie occasionally.
Human rights program is not all that religious, since nobody in the
world believes in true-believing any more.
Jimmy cardigan approach docs not work in conflict with Congress's
suit and tie.
Trudeau trumpet did not provide fanfare for the Quebecois because
one note was missing--
The French homemade folksong.
Hong Kong cannot be repossessed because the Chinese fear unity between
U.S. and U.K.
Japan cannot make Australasia connections because they felt a bad
slap after the Second World War;
Sony and Mitsubishi might save their own lives, but they are doubtfully
courageous.
German boldness is hooha, yet good living in the Deutschland provides a
reason to be against the North Sea oil of the U. K.
France like a drunken sheep perpetually propagates Francois;
Giscard posing with his daughter for a campaign portrait worked,
but dining with citizens seemed to end quite abruptly.
MIG Mirage Phantom and the vertical take-off of the English do
not work in the sale of arms because Arabs have lopsided the
purchase.
Maybe King Hussein is the shrewdest customer for all these things;
But since Hussein is questionably sane or not, no doubt the Russians
will do double takes on all this.
Burma's Ne Win feels that he is able to contain the Buddhists while
courting socialism by being polite to the Chinese.
The Cambodian Prince is whispering about his royal position in the
country, while his activities are proscribed by the party of the
delirious generals and the circumcised party members
Madame Mao had a slight problem, to say the least, when she tried
to ban classical Chinese opera.
Rhodesians try to compensate by being good and bad at the same
time, with seeming kind hatred to their natives.
South Africa is cooped up with a big gun and no one to shoot
except the wall where the gun is;
Black majority means that soul food might be tastier than roast beef
and Yorkshire pudding.
Britain experiences cosmic shock with the problem of existence and
nonexistence--
The only saving grace is Her Majesty the Queen in marketing her
underpants,
Which might work for a while, but still is questionable:
Will Charles be referred to as Chuck?
Kingdom of Spain:
Carlos has his own tortilla--to make his mind up about jumping to the
conclusion of the Communists;
It is uncertain whether he is the tortilla or the leftists are his
tortilla--
Being too good does not help;
Generalissimo has no doubt appeared to Carlos many times in vision
after his death.
Mongolians in Ulan Bator have felt that as long as they kept with the
Russians they were safe,
But their nerve center has begun to leak to the Chinese People's
Republic;
It would be much better for them to milk horses as they have done:
Good cheese might come out of that.
And what about the United Nations?
We begin to feel the United Nations is not even a great apple strudel.
The United Nations is shortcake;
It is well-cooked seafood without wasabi.
The United Nations is a well-brewed nonexistence alcohol that nobody will
drink.
However, union of nations might provide some hope and fear so
that we could actually respect it as more than a buffer,
As Baha'ullah would say.
The United Nations seems to be a garbage chute;
The United Nations is a dilettante true-believer in the world's unity;
The United Nations is a giant building in New York City, but
nobody knows what's happening inside;
On the whole we could say the United Nations is pampas grass that
grows around a Japanese garden
There is no reason to criticize, because the United Nations doesn't
provoke any bravery;
The United Nations is a gentleman's underpants: nobody dares to
criticize or cultivate;
The United Nations is good theory but not good practice;
The United Nations provides good school, but naughty children can
throw ink blops at the teacher while having no basic unity.
Jimmy Carter gave a splendid talk at the United Nations;
Khrushchev pounded his shoe on the desk;
Idi Amin vomited his rhetoric at the General Assembly;
The Pope sanctified the United Nations, telling them that peace and
godliness are the only way;
The Dalai Lama was rejected by the United Nations.
Flying the colors of all the countries, the United Nations looks
heroic and beautiful,
But its own blue and white feels grey and beige.
Receiving the complaints of all countries, the United Nations becomes a
polite wasteland.
Since the absence of U Thant the United Nations is a fish-and-chip
shop where all nations are expected to add sugar instead of vinegar.
In this case, the world is ending--
What shall we do about it?
Let us bring the Great Eastern Sun, with or without the United Nations.
Let us have champagne breakfasts celebrating the rising sun.
Hail to the Union of Nations!
Hail to the Union of Nations!
Hail to the Union of Nations!
December 1977
Charlemont, Massachusetts
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