A holiday chug chug march of blue uniforms
crisp and clean and silver wings gleaming
in the bright dawn of a true blue, white, and red
revolution leads teachers and toilers, the down-
trodden and uplifted, the wise and the foolish, the
best and the brightest of the ninety nine percenters to
take back the street from the ravenous, howling,
slavering, slobbering, sleek headed, greed drunk,
thousand dollar suit wearing bailout whores who
cracked our nest egg to make caviar omelets from
sub prime junk sauce. College coed sisters with their
coupon clipping mothers and daughters against
dangerous drooling nightcrawlers took back the night from the
overreaching slime under the workboots of society, but
no murder rapist mugger thug hurt as many as the
smiling, shark toothed madoffs of canyon towers of MBA
clown car firms. Too big to merely fail, they imploded in a
nuclear reaction of greed and stupidity, and like the
childish churlish whining brats who want what they want
when they want it and don’t look at me that way
I’m going to my corner office in the clouds, door slam.
They need discipline. They need the firm hand wielded by the
red hot red blooded red white and blue. The princess of
cornpone homily distracting dissemblence harkens for
the real America, but one only has to look at the
teeming mass of honest yearning to find the real
America, the teachers, tailors, and toilers, the
unemployed, the underemployed, and the disenfranchised.
The first steps are the hardest and the first barricade the most
vulnerable to the pepper spray violence of the mindless
automatons of fear. Hold hands, link arms, replace violence with
love and fear with hope, and we can take back the street and
secure the day.
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