Thursday, October 20, 2011
Night of Disaster
-Hey! Like where’s the breathing space? Us to mourn,
them to gloat.
-My office seven am!
-Postmortem?
-We start hitting! Hitting! Smashing!
-Any particular...?
-Four-pronged attack!
-Fork them, hey?
-Sabotage everything they propose!
-They haven’t yet.
-Their platform leads us to ruin! Ruin!
-Socialism, Communism, and any other ism I can invent?
-Gattling gun!
-Don’t we usually start by pretending to cooperate?
-Not this time. It’s war!
-They’re...actually blocking the postmistress of
Glurch, Idaho from private gynecological care!
-Specific things like that. Bingo!
-I get it, but’ll become persona non grata among my Georgetown latte friends.
-Go after the fairies too!
-Hey! Like where’s the breathing space? Us to mourn,
them to gloat.
-My office seven am!
-Postmortem?
-We start hitting! Hitting! Smashing!
-Any particular...?
-Four-pronged attack!
-Fork them, hey?
-Sabotage everything they propose!
-They haven’t yet.
-Their platform leads us to ruin! Ruin!
-Socialism, Communism, and any other ism I can invent?
-Gattling gun!
-Don’t we usually start by pretending to cooperate?
-Not this time. It’s war!
-They’re...actually blocking the postmistress of
Glurch, Idaho from private gynecological care!
-Specific things like that. Bingo!
-I get it, but’ll become persona non grata among my Georgetown latte friends.
-Go after the fairies too!
Labels: political loss, political revenge
