Our New Bumper Stickers: Post Election Day, 2024
Beth and I were tooling up to Boulder
to meet friends for lunch, when a guy
in a pick-up with tyrannosaurus tires
jackhammered his middle finger at us,
until I slowed and slowed, forcing him to pass,
with one last manual display of his hatred
for our Obama-Biden-Harris bumper stickers,
and thus for us as enemies of America as well.
Fearing he’ll only be the first to show us
what commie-libbo traitors we were
who should just drop dead, though that
would deny him the patriotic pleasure
of hacking us apart with machetes,
we later replaced those decals with one
for the Broncos: nothing more American
than football. Another for the Nuggets,
who might go all the way this year,
thus earn the love, or at least indulgence
of MAGA Nation, who’d butcher Jesus
if He came back to preach peace and love.
Last: the Grateful Dead’s Dancing Bears,
adorably cheery music lovers.
So now we truck down the road,
fairly confident no one will shoot us,
for not being American enough,
even if Garcia would’ve sneered
if some super patriot had shouted,
“Make America Great Again!”
while Jerry was lasered into a guitar riff
that lifted us out of the dirt of America
and into the butterfly beauty of outer space.
Robert Cooperman‘s two latest collections are August 24, 1957 and An Oar for Odysseus. In the Colorado Gold Fever Mountains won the Colorado Book Award for Poetry and Draft Board Blues was named oe of the Ten Best Books by a Colorado author for 2017 by Westword Magazine.
