Its Christmas eve and all through the house, not a creature is stirring except for the Mac. Feet in the air and my iPhone without a care, Netflix on the tele, trying to work and not just stare. Movies abound in my thoughts and dreams, one Blue, one Red and one very goofy means. Shooting The President might be its name, but Lock me up NSA might as well be the same. The police are next to tackle. To serve and protect is on the mantle, yet violence is often substantial. The numbers are growing long, to start a movement that represents the citizens instead of the brotherhood must belong to all of us who are strong. We will change the world, just wait and see, January 5 will smile upon me. And third is the best, for Presidents are on a quest. Republicans and Democrats will run, but thats whats fun. The real story will be told and in the history books my movie will fold. Change America is my goal, but if not a success, Ill have a lump of coal. Chances must be taken, and I may be mistaken, but if you had not read this silly drunken poem, you wouldnt know my favorite food is bacon. Merry Christmas SUCKAS.
Posted on: Thu, 25 Dec 2014 08:12:05 +0000
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