Monday, August 13, 2007
Future Candidate
-I ask you to consider voting for me. Would you like a white straw boater
or a pin with red white and blue ribbons?
-Don’t bother. We’re dying from The Plague.
-When I’m elected I’ll end The Plague!
-Too late for us.
-Hang in there! Scrape a few thousand together and go to a medicine auction. But right now, would you pay a hundred for a photo with me?
-Nah. We look like shit!
-Buck up! Country wasn’t built by whiners.
-Easy for you to say. Rich boy. We’re still waiting for that trickle-down.
-Waiting is the courage of your class! Well, I’d shake your hand but all the green spots on there put me off.
-Pray for us!
-Hey! 22'd Century! Don‘t hafta put on that religious crap anymore!
The God-Shit went downhill after 2050.
-It’s our Faith! Still!
-Too bad. But I’m filling out absentee ballots right now for this crew–-
noble exit gestures. And as a reward, TV gang’ll leave you the bones
from their rib lunches. Sauce is to die for! Hey! That’s funny! To die for?
-I ask you to consider voting for me. Would you like a white straw boater
or a pin with red white and blue ribbons?
-Don’t bother. We’re dying from The Plague.
-When I’m elected I’ll end The Plague!
-Too late for us.
-Hang in there! Scrape a few thousand together and go to a medicine auction. But right now, would you pay a hundred for a photo with me?
-Nah. We look like shit!
-Buck up! Country wasn’t built by whiners.
-Easy for you to say. Rich boy. We’re still waiting for that trickle-down.
-Waiting is the courage of your class! Well, I’d shake your hand but all the green spots on there put me off.
-Pray for us!
-Hey! 22'd Century! Don‘t hafta put on that religious crap anymore!
The God-Shit went downhill after 2050.
-It’s our Faith! Still!
-Too bad. But I’m filling out absentee ballots right now for this crew–-
noble exit gestures. And as a reward, TV gang’ll leave you the bones
from their rib lunches. Sauce is to die for! Hey! That’s funny! To die for?
