twinkies away – November 23

11.23

cream filled confection, the end

of its era, produces shock, awe

and fevered discourse at the

truck stop

 

While rockets red glares burst

over TelAviv and troops mass

at the border for retaliation

devastation.

 

maybe this is what the Mayans

meant when they stopped the

calendar. While the world burns,

we will worry about Twinkies.

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