Chaos Theory

Cultural Appropriation #2

We need a poet, The Dutchman said

Handing The Scotsman a Belgian Beer

The White Flamingo stood up and left

That was not what she had wanted to hear

In the towers above them the fonctionnaires

Waged war with their photocopiers

Carefully tabulating the brainstormed opinions

Of all of their very own sons and daughters

The Dutchman, he made weak beer and ecstasy

And gave the latter its loved-up name

Having seen for himself what The Germans next door

Get up to on pilsner and cocaine