Oh! To be locked up in a building
With shiftless faces
Who serve those who think
That they rule the world!
And yet! The toilets in
The building were so pretty-
I wish I could’ve kept
My “green card” just so that
I could flash it in passing by
And enter the embassy quickly,
Use one of these ‘de luxe’ blue toilets
At times when I happen to be in a hurry
At times when I am in this ‘Concord’ area
To which Concordia has turned her back,
Ruined the old French-American friendship
And left for more spacious fields…
Nina Zivancevic