Poem: The Moon Race
The race was on
Movie star Jack Kennedy
Vs. shoe pounding Nikita Kruschev
We raced 226,000 miles
Toward that pale toenail
Charging hell-bent for leather
To claim title
With Old Glory or the Hammer And Sickle
And impale the moon on a dusty pole
The paramecium of the Milky Way
We wind in time and untick in the heavens
Under the weather and under the gun.
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