| = Yo, Felix!|
|Well I know you never wanted to be President of the Colonies but since it happened you have to admit that it's nice to fly to work on your golden ass termite... I do it every day and then s'more.|
.. other than that I think the message the poem is trying to impart could be summarized as: "Snakes on the plane! OMG, ponies!" or "If you can't cut your spleen with it, it isn't a phone: Motorolla RAZR."
| = techno-exotic|
|Hanna, it would be such a nice experience disclosing to me your riding strange animals in the Colonies. Anyhow, your interpretation meant an exotic switch and a technical one, too. Consequently, I like this ironical switch...|
| = Tigers on horses|
John Willy Kopperud
|Speed, motion, drama, violence and that surreal dreamy feeling. What more do you need? I'm glad that I read this one, Felix!|
I would also like to thank you for the comment on Words wearing boots. It's good to see that you appreciate expressions of political concern. After all i am describing a sort of black palgue still haunting our peninsula.
| = always charming|
|John, I like your having a keen eye and an open-minded approach. Thanks, too.|