The race is on and it looks like we’re gonna have a party!
The banners are waving,
confetti to drop,
the pols are in position…
to spin the hula hoopla.
It’s winner take all
and all will be better…
Tomorrow.
Today is aswirl in the redundance…
The rank, the foul, the spew
It’s part of the build up…
it’s what we expect
It’s all they know how to do.
Until…
tomorrow.
Today we’re spent.
Tomorrow we charge….
Fight, fight, fight…
Out of the trenches,
out of the glum,
onward and upward.
Tomorrow.
We’ll pick the right one
or
maybe the left
it doesn’t really matter
they’ll all do what’s best
‘cause we’re citizens united
on to reward…
Tomorrow.
So, shake off the blunt force trauma
that is now in our DNA.
Cover all our scars…
because it’s toast, toast to all we wanted…
toast to all that we need
Give up all of our quandries
Give in to pol’s happy spout.
RAH!
Do the today can-can
for tomorrow is in the bag.
RAH!
Surrender yourself to their goodness
as we bust into the sis boom bah!
RAH!
We’ll whoopie cushion all our worries
and
RAH!
RAH! rally,
pep tickle our ulcers away!
Our ship of state will sail, straight…
Tomorrow.
Our time is here…
Our time is now…
Tomorrow!
But now…
Now…
Let’s
party!
We’ll put on our repartée hats
and
RAH!
raise the red flags to remedies,
and
RAH!
raise the blue flags to balm
and
RAH!
raise our white flags,
surrendering ourselves to the inevitable…
our raucous…
Even if you are on your last breath . . . toot!
Tired to be forced by the Media to listen to the ever
increasing onslaught of thousands of political messages,
morn to night, day in and day out, unrelenting,
from both sides, especially before this Convention,
and annoyed by the confusion between right and wrong,
true, very true, somewhat false, not really true, total falsehoods,
white and black lies, cynical, ill-humored and peevish lies,
some libelous and slanderous, deceitful and fraudulent,
with bluster and bravado, pretense and downright humbug,
vacillating between solid truth based on facts and
twisted erroneous interpretations that only
Dr. Joseph Matthias Hubertus Goebbels can appreciate,
on a prompt by him, the devil decided to cash in
a lot of these political spin-masters, pollsters, and journalists.
Only on the basis of a very special wish,
so special that he couldn’t imagine of how to fulfill it,
could he be persuaded to let them escape
from being thrown into the fires of hell.
Some New York media chiefs, also Fox executives,
familiar with the political history, wished for a night with Marilyn,
an afternoon with Monica or Gennifer,
feigning research to understand former US presidents better.
Some of the others, especially those who aspire to mingle
with the likes of Mitt Romney and his gang in the future,
wished for mountains of gold, diamonds,
off-shore bank accounts, cars with built-in dog cages,
three-storied houses so that the elevator to their garage
doesn’t stop already before the second floor.
Others wanted to be anointed king, pope even, rule the world.
All silly wishes! As soon as these wishes were uttered,
the ground opened and all disappeared in smoke and flames,
welcomed by Dr. Joseph Matthias Hubertus Goebbels.
The last person standing in front of the devil
is a former journalist of the Boston Phoenix, who as I understand it,
has been subscribing to http://www.asstoot.com . . . this is his turn.
He is shaking, shivering, so afraid and in extreme panic,
he can’t come up with anything that seemed particularly smarter
than what the others had been requested from the devil.
They all had landed in the hell-fire to sit right next to
Dr. Joseph Matthias Hubertus Goebbels.
Trembling, he accidentally lets one “toot”.
He thinks, then immediately his face lights up and
with glee asks the devil to fulfill his wish:
“Catch it! Then paint it in all political colors;
red, white and blue!”
Dr. Goebbels was not amused.