I was doing my normal post-work online reading when I came across this poem.
What I love about Calvin Trillin is that he expresses what I feel, but don’t have the talent to put in poetic form.
I’m guessing that this is in honor of all of the folks in Pennsylvania’s Alabama section who believe that the deciding factor in choosing a presidential candidate is whether or not a flag pin is being displayed in plain sight. What cracks me up the most about this is that these are the same people who don’t have health insurance, don’t have a job because the steel mill closed, and are about to not have a home because the predatory lender that gave them their mortgage is coming to foreclose any minute.
I backed the war in Nam OK, Though I used pull to stay away. A patriot? But can’t you tell? I wear a flag on my lapel.
My company’s now based offshore; We don’t pay taxes anymore. A patriot? But can’t you tell? I wear a flag on my lapel.
That clean air stuff’s not meant for me. I drive a German SUV. A patriot? But can’t you tell? I wear a flag on my lapel.
We needn’t build a grand memorial To patriots. It’s all sartorial.