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Greetings from the Hill.
Beautiful, breezy and hot,
the oldman was walking every day,
taking care of chores at home
without any outside help.
Clean windows, shiny floors and classics,
cats fed and gardens watered...
"Regardless of the drought!"
The media does a job on Arnold
who looked after his indiscretion,
the wife claiming ignorance
being financially independent
until the divorce settlement.
Amazing what might happen if these minds
who can discover and uncover
the peculiarities of wayward behavior
were commissioned by the SEC
to ferret out the indiscretions of financiers,
or horror of horrors be hired by the wives
of Corporapists, Banksters and Hedgehogs...
"Hey, now that could be a series for Bravo,
rather than the insipid queer loving crap
oozing from their mindless producers!"
Imagine the conversations between Hillary and Huma,
jetting about the world attempting to solve
the dilemmas created by outlaws of central banking,
then fantasizing solutions to balance a world
where credit is debt and assets liabilities,
a language invented by mathematicians on acid
and a nutty old fuck with a hardon for Ayn Rand...
"Just say you made a mistake...I could have been wrong!"
Of course 'it' only works for Greenspan and Bernanke.
The pathetic wimp was crying on 'Sixty Minutes'...
so much for pushing Obama under the bus!
WILD is the curse of the nation and the cunts
are headquartered in Chicago, Whores for Jarrett...
Women In Listed Derivatives...
"Does The Joker really know?"
"How come the bitches are all Jewish,"
wonders the madone folding the laundry
dried on the balcony
in a tropical breeze.
Men are stupid...women are smart...
imagine speaking chinese.
Clint Eastwood and Leon Panetta are from Carmel.
A soothing state of mind for Killers.
The first thing in the morning the President
gets a package from the CIA...
and this moron plays dumb,
everything that is known is available,
of course 'it' is also on Google,
any idiot can do the math
unless 'it' is languaged by MIT
then encrypted by Julian Assange
and interpreted by Jeff Beck.
"Who elected this 'Asshole'?"
Of course Texas has the constitutional right
to create three states...hello hello...
a Two Trillion Dollar Economy without Debt.
"Ain't that something...wouldn't Lyndon be proud!"
Probably kill the Thugs in Mexico
and control the distribution of drugs...
make George Sr. Ambassador to the UN again
and let the dummy look for oil...
"That Rick Perry has 'the right stuff',
no screwballs on his mound,"laughed the painter
after a hot afternoon on Duval Street,
heading to Faustos before closing.
"Hello, Hello, Rory...a record three rounds!"
Golf in the gardener's room.
Lightning on the balcony railing.
Viola watching the oldman beside Big Mac.
Dusk in the President's Room.
Life far from the maddening crowd.
"The stupid motherfuckering morons
plan to eliminate the Sunday Blue Law,
eliminating the only civility left
in this money whoring shithole,
tomorrow may be the last sunday
keeping the drunks sober until noon,
eggsucking pisslicking buckfuckers...
grasping for the last coin to fill
their corrupt criminal accounts
before God strikes 'them' dead,"
rants the oldman fired up
on four pints.
In this last sperm drop of the Keys,
the pecker of Florida,
'they' are Asshole Republicans...
perusing Conch Color one sees
through Tommy's eyes
the sinister mob of Nouveau Riche
grovelling for appointments,
suckassing to a nutcase Governor,
losers grasping to government,
the final paycheck.
Mendacity, the lies from family,
fat stupid children trained to be dumb,
actors mimicking television commercials,
girls talking like nasal drips,
boys pulling their peckers,
Obama's World with a free cellphone
to monitor your dumbass...
"Believe in Half White Horseshit
and a Muslim who speaks five tongues
and Momma was in the CIA.."
the oldman wondered when the drug
was ingested into the school lunch
by the fat old ladies
who mixed the macaroni.
Perhaps there was hope if the girls
went Mormon and followed Marie Osmond,
"I lost fifty pounds on 'Fuckfast',
look at me now," fat chance and no fructose,
the oldman wondered about 'the obese,
those Gold Bond users of brushing thighs
and overheated assholes...
was Medicare there.
The Elite couldn't care nor give a share,
tax deductible events for the select few
that send a stand in, a walkabout, a beard,
a functional representative of the upper class
who no longer live in vulgarity with illegals...
"Emerging Market Mansions in Hong Kong
with a view of the harbor,"
offered some silly bitch
on CNBC.
Maybe Stanley has a secret, the Central Bank of Israel...
spies and nuclear bombs help, a global nation,
one world family...hard to beat..
long track record.
"Face facts...USA is not Today!"
But times pass by those watching television.
Above the Horn.
Beyond the Reef.
Home on the Hill.
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