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What Does One Do When They're Super Bored?
Why, they write a poem to Dear Ann! :boring: CAUTION: Not written by a professional. May cause extreme nauseas, headaches, vomiting, and the usual re-pukedness, so please pardon the stanzas.
Dearest Ann,
I watched you Friday on C-SPAN, with phone in-hand just the same,
Though I could not get through, lines were busier then you,
You’re haughtiness rang-out loud and insane.
You begged for more "liberal" call-ins, but oddly only a few made it through.
Most of the prescribed fake calls were from every point in our nation,
As they praised you, you gleamed, yet squiggled in that thin seat,
You're not comfortable at all with who you are.
Maybe it was your childhood home-settings,
The one you mentioned with strange awe,
You couldn't get past it, nor look out beyond us,
Your fears were seen as you stalled.
At first I mused over your stupidity, and how sickly thin you appeared,
With your house of worship behind you, and Brian smiling a leer.
That skirt has not lost the luster, though it's the only one you adore,
You speak of your faith and condemn liberals as godless,
As I wondered what your flock thought of their whore.
Then, it finally hit me, how your flight to fancy arose.
You were abused in your childhood, maybe by those Catholics,
Because you did say your father was not whole.
And don't think the world wasn't watching, though with one eye closed just the same,
We heard when you called that nice lady "Missy," and how dare you act so unstained.
I hope someday you find happiness, I felt pain for you just the same.
And though you say that as liberals we haven’t compassion,
Our faith guides us just the same.
No, I won't again ever watch you, and again pray for those that know no better,
For it is them that you seek to enrich and adore you, 'cause that party you said that writes big, big checks, will certainly know too the fool that you are, you're mouth is you're own worse enemy.
If you're man on the hill does not rob you, and I of our futures now dim,
Democracy again will be born from within, and no longer must we suffer through all of your sin, no you’re dumber then what I even expected.
It will take sometime to undo all the damage, but some can never foretell,
So I ask of you this, what will you do hand and fist, when your empire falls around you?
‘Cause when you looked into the camera and said no to the old bible,
You lost many more then you'll ever know.
So, I'm tired of wasting my wisdom, writing to someone so low - what's it all for,
If you don’t already know that you’re home all alone, ‘cause when it’s all over you’ll be the last one standing, don’t be so blind that they’ll catch you when you fall.
P.S. You are the original sin, merely a self-anointed queen sitting high upon her spleen,
And a worthless pawn to those you serve for now.
How does one live down to that one?
:puke: :puke: :puke: :puke: :puke: :puke: :puke:
Sincerely,
A Lovingly Proud Christian Liberal!
From a True Blue State of America!!
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