Thursday, April 12, 2012
When a new President sweeps
or sneaks, we
must worry of
The Hick Manifesto
called a platform.
No need. Mainly
eyewash for lunatics.
Who'll scream in frustration
early on, but then craft
speeches full of freedom &
justice, where they taunt
the rest of us for being
too vilely stupid to grasp
glory. Party moves through
its own taut version
of Hog Heaven at last:
transcendent graft.
Labels: election, platform, spoils
