Through the years we’ve become
More ruggedly incompetent
At scraping the slime off ourselves
But at least it’s our slime.
Others need to pull themselves up
By their own slime-strands.
Don’t bother coming to us for spare slime.
There is no free in freedom.
That’s no way to run a business.
Like any self-reliant homeland or god would do,
Customers will be turned away at the door.
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William Merricle lives in Lima, Ohio. His poetry has been published in Pudding, Slipstream,
ZeroCity, and many other publications. His latest chapbook, Heimlich The Donut, is available
at Pudding House Publications.
“Exceptionaljism” © 2011 by William Merricle, used with permission