Goodbye Alaska (for Palin)
His secretary bought the ticket to Alaska, dropped it on his desk in earnest,
left him simmering in oils of nightmare. A series of blunders led to this
predicament.
Alaska is disintegrating. The natives’ earnest efforts to make perma-frost
stay stuck, a geological nightmare, did nil to amend their predicament, and
Nanook, nabbed hording snow, received a ticket.
He awoke from a nightmare in which a series of missteps led him to Alaska
where the trees and polar bears are dying and earnest Eskimos, their igloos
soft as sorbet, pray for one-way tickets the-hell-outta the White Man’s
petroleum predicament.
The ticket in his pocket read “First In His Class, Seat A,” but he didn’t
need it after all: his predicament ended when Alaska floated straight to him.
True, it was a nightmare for dedicated sunbathers, but to be earnest,
“life’s a beach (full of Alaska).”
