Monday, March 10, 2014
Organized Future
The Commissioner of Smiles
commanded Budge to stop the Limo. He'd walk the
remainder to Ruth's, sifting his funny stories.
Winced pushing the doorbell. Tough nut she.
All failed, even a knockabout Marx Brothers short
he displayed on his tablet.
Though it was puppets and not the real comedians,
Ruth allowed it was professionally done.
That's the closest she came to saying anything decent,
let alone smiling or laughing.
He texted Shiv Chuckie from the limo. Ending:
cnt hav n e mo o thse.
But Chuckie had to put her on the Non-Hot List, busy.
Lucky for Ruth, who met with old girlfriends in the
State Party Room, all laughing and screaming over
teachers’ antics long ago at Post-College Leadership
Academy.
Spies reported this, and Chuckie crossed her from
his list.
The Leader didn't know, nor did Commissioner.
“Don't take it all so seriously! At the bottom,
it’s a political job and nobody gives much
of a shit.”
Neither man knew that both had been added to
Chucky's Hot List.
Labels: assassination, future, organization of society, political job
