Alaska, Greenland, Iceland, Canada, they’re all mine, mine, mine.
America, around 50 miles from Russia, bought Alaska 1867 for $7.2 million.
America, just 1500 miles from Greenland…
At last. Now I feel safe.
I’ll ask her,” said the naked
Russian Put in straight, the Bare
Ring, bell when ship hits ice
(with no more ice on land)
Drowned us in rare earth and oil
Going down. Going down.
What’s the question?
Cain or Abel?
Pass the right word.
I can see you rush in
From where I am.
Lovely lips stick on the legless John,
Dewey -eyed, oil-crippled moose
With big glass bulging eyes.
Rifle! Shoot the bastard!
Don’t let him size me up.
And find me wanting.
Natural selection?
No! My creation.
Killing fields take no hostages
And fortunes die.
Frozen Dreams.
© Christopher
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