Thursday, February 09, 2012
Political Consultant, 2020
-One of each, hey?
-Nirvana!
-Aren't you afraid this bi-life will...?
-Not about me, but my mighty fortress, Mr Pure!
-The reporters are exhausting themselves trying to find...
-He came in after midnight once. Donut sugar on
his face, ukelele in hand. Been sailing with Sweetie
along Moonlight Bay.
-But the darkies aren't singing in your version.
-Nope, pressed the mute button.
-You should do the same with him.
-Not necessary. He just recites Mother-Country-
and Being Nice! Plus, of course, Wife.
-Twin empty heads once they debarked against the
moon and into our political life.
-That's exaggerated. Why I passed him a lemonade
yesterday and he took it to his lips, not his forehead.
-This is a nightmare fantasy. There is no me, no bi-you,
no egregious halfwit of a future president!
-I'd pinch you but it would violate an oath.
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