Part II. IN DOCTRINATION
7. Spring Break
When the hair entwined amongst us, and
nubile arms lay across hairless chests
in public parks or darkened dorm rooms
we danced, just lying down. It was the
duty of the girls to be gener-
ous, boys to be spontaneous. Spon-
taneous! We tumbled like a pile
of kittens; nobody was hung up.
That is, they couldn't have admitted
if they were smitten. It was all play.
Play in glorious abandon, reck-
lessly we passed around bodies
as we passed our pipes; we were open
to any and all microbes. If we
were lucky, we wouldn't need the
same antibiotics as our friends.
Girls liked to brush their boys' hair, and boys
liked to unbutton those same plaid shirts
that other boys wore, so girls could be
like boys and everybody peeled off
the same jeans, while underpants were as
optional as socks. The wearing of
makeup had been discarded along
with curlers, hairspray and heinous bras.
This was the time when boys could be girls,
and girls could always be on top. No
one was forceful, except those frat boys
who could be rapists for all we knew...
It was uncool to be macho men,
uncool to be barbie dolls, uncool,
to cling too tight to one partner then.
When love was free, and music gave us
rhymes and rhythms to guide our bodies,
it could be dancing; it could be could be sex.
What was the difference, as do-si-do
was called so often it made us spin?
23. According to Kuperschmidt
Who wants to buy this shiny war bling?
We got missiles and drones, and lots of
chemicals. How about radio-
active waste today? Computer games
even your child can play? Remotely
we fight, using high technologies.
Be the first in your bloc to hire our
mercenaries. Want security?
Why, that's our specialty! Paranoid
martinets can sleep now easily...
Hey, how about a brand new tank
or two? Special discount, just for you!
It's American made, you know that
means quality. Take our grenades, they're
priced so reasonably. It's your luck-
y day; we'll throw in some bazookas.
What can we say, it's proven to make
nations weep. Our guarantee: what you
can conquer, you keep. Heaven forbid,
that you'd be expected to pay in
advance! No, we'll wait until you've done
dirty deeds. Just read the fine print that
says: "Though we are sworn 'enemies', we
let the market dictate who gets these
war goodies now." It's all we got to
sell; we'll move them no matter how. Some
day you'll come back for more, 'cause there's no
endings in war--
31. They Tell Us Jellyfish Makes a Tasty Dish
Ah, but some will take pity on those
across the education rift, try
once more to lift all boats, with new genes
injected to enhance their chance of
survival. Yet there will be no point
to keeping all the dirt in the pool...
It may be cruel, but our kids will breed
some super-kids, and may not stoop to
feed the--shall we say--less-than-super?
We'll be long gone, no future-pooper from
the fifties of the last century
will be there to whine if most aren't free.
Let's hope they find that altruism
gene, then transplant compassion faster
than the tide can turn... lest barbaric
tribes appear to undermine such plans
as might be laid--for as it's been said:
they do "gang aft agley."