for Aaron Fogel 
Politically-correct 
personal computers 
point and click. 
President Clinton
(codename Peacock) 
can't protect 
crack pushing 
Communist Party 
cops pursuing 
a care package 
of peasant consciousness
in a car park. 
Poverty's a crime,
and capital punishment
par for the course,
in this penal code. 
A plausible cliffhanger 
can't cure the paralyzed, 
prevent cancer, 
or prepare California 
for Perry Como, 
that peerless crooner. 
Pitcher and catcher confer.
O cornet player, play 
"Pomp and Circumstance" 
please, in the partly cloudy 
cool Pacific.                
I loathe the idea of 'political correctness'. Can politicians ever be 'correct? ' I prefer to think for myself thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
'PC" , when it means' personal computers', causes a very different emotional response in me than 'political correctness'. Personal computers are a positive thing to have. One day I might be able to get my own computer, instead of using library ones. A fair enough comment about Bill Clinton.