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Last night the president of the United
States of America was alone on the couch watching football on TV, and fainted
while eating a pretzel.
Below I have recorded some of the thoughts he may have had before losing consciousness: "What do you do screen to me, I mean what
you see? Reflect me again and I'll kill you... Once it was only a photo
that stole my soul, now its every button hole I stare down into oblivion
and upstairs the clouds tear at heaven.
'Is that a tumor in your pocket or are
you just glad to see me?' says the 'porn star' written across your shirt.
The latest spangly craze to rip up my turning mother's grave into the enemy
of the people's detention camp, not for refugees, but the enemy
within, the countless devils crowding out the head of a pin that would
print poison on the back of all the world's second class stamps.
Stop to think - its the ads anyway -
rip that erect smile off your pursed up face, that train time that always
comes late, that tit for tat, that hard hat of reasonable doubt, smashed
by the crane that lashed out at that first day trainee... Tony, what was
all that about?
Sedating prisoners for their caribbean
tour, circling over where you dropped the bombs on the wedding party just
days before. "Hey look out there", months previously, the wise cracking
FBI agent escorting the convicted deportee back to the middle east you
see: pointing out the twin towers, saying "See would-be-bomb-guy,
they're still standing, and they're still ours."
'We interrupt this programme to bring you the latest breaking news: America flies terrorists to Cuba." "Shit! Is Guatanamo Bay is in Cuba?... All of a sudden I donít feel so good..." |