Midaregami

The traveling orders were posted
Two wastelands, both blasted—I’m toasted!
Far east was the one
The other loves guns
Naught unchanged ‘cept where my site’s hosted

Apparently I’m in Montana
But understand why—I just canna’
A girl’s involved
that’s one problem solved
The boredom, though, that I’m no fan o’

Up ahead there looms graduate school
In Boulder, it’s lousy with fools
That is, if you’re Right
or a Red troglodyte
but me, I’m a Blue-minded tool

To bungo class there I shall plod
And try not to do work that’s slipshod
avoiding the theme
of a pissed academe
like Professor Rasplica Rodd

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