HELLO BIG BROTHER

by Irene Cunningham

Is the carpet red enough, warm as toast?

Let me take your shoes, rest and be thankful

the warring is over, the country lies

at your feet...a nice bowl of rebel soup

will settle your stomach. The bread is free

of every irritant so don’t worry,

be happy. You’ve had a hard time of it

with all that waiting, manipulating –

it must be worth it. Wait, I’ll use my hair

to dry your feet; I heard it was the biz

in the past, we could bring it back in praise

of peace. Of course things will be difficult

with all the separating, collating

but it’s good to finally know your place.

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Irene Cunningham’s recent publications: In Between Hangovers, Picaroon, South Bank Poetry, I am not a Silent Poet, Former Cactus, Riggwelter, The Lake, Shoreline of Infinity, Blue Nib. She thinks about the outside world but isn’t often there. One of her poems published this year has been nominated for The Pushcart Prize. Her website is  http://ireneintheworld.wixsite.com/writer