Wine Flu Poem by Roger Gerald Hicks

This poem, rowdy and illiterate
thinks swine flu is "wine flu."

He's given up cerveza
in the interim

Confused now
even about the liquor
this poem, deeply
American
isn't even sure
where Mexico is.

It is just South
South where all bad
things come from-
diseased

This poem likes cerveza
knows it's really
from Belgium hops
so it's okay

He honors cerveza
making it
non-Mexican.
& will drink it again
soon he hopes
after it's gone
the Wine Flu.