This is a hypothetical poem to Stephen King about 9-11. Inspired by Dr. Zhivago
|What happened in September Mr. King?
Please tell me Mr. King
For I have many quandaries.
Did you see that old movie?
Are the ghosts of the Bolsheviks
Planting their dirty seed?
Where is Dr. Zhivago Mr. King?
Will he be the hope that saves us?
Where is the good doctor?
Is he walking through the freezing landscape,
To save us from our dreary fate?
Will the music of the moon still be there?
Mr. King, tell me. Where is Dr. Zhivago?