November 05, 2012
Election Moodpoem

... and now the fine print (so fine) implicating no-one and everyone (in particular). Wondering how and why, sky high, how the well-to-do don't, and the have-nots DO! They give (it up) until it hurts. And yet, better yet, every Yetti and Irish setter that ever sat on a mountain, pondering the bold face of Love KNOWS that it's all just a facade. That, in fact, the under-class keeps growing (classy) amassing momentum, while the uber-rich cling desperately to their private parts (hotels, houses, boats, cars). Mean-while the masses, eeek-ing out a living, Livid. Have you ever broken a bone, hitch-hiked, thrown the first stone at Al Capone? Berlusconi laughs at his captors, in the prison he built (for) himself. Crisis? you say. There will be no revolution today, just another Act in the passion play: a sold-out show set to golf claps, the apathetic onlookers dressed to kill ... Peace, -Todd

Posted by calico at November 05, 2012 04:25 AM
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