"The Roof is caving in on 'The Debt Ceiling'....!"

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Greetings from the Hill.

Warm, very warm, getting hot...
ninety one degrees at noon inside,
classics and a fan in the corner
blowing hot air..."Like Obama!"

"Hey, he speaks for the 'people',
Congress votes on the 'Debt Ceiling'
and whether to go to 'war'..."
mocks the madone.

The Man from the Pentagon, the new one,
talking shit to the troops pretending
he is not another limp wristed school teacher...

"The reason you 'guys' are here is because
we got attacked and...3000 innocent civilians
got killed by Al Qaeda...blah fucking blah.."
pledging 70,000 troops until 2014 enjoying
the benefits of uniformed life
while paid foreign mercenaries
do their duty.

The Butthead Wop talks like Obama
and the silly cunts playing at news,
"Guys, guys, guys and cutie dolls
talking in media tongue that hopes
to reach mass market stupidity,
reducing communication
to the lowest common denominator,
exactly like education,"
growls the oldman
with another toothache.

"Are you ready to see the outside world?",
laughs the painter ready to voyage
to the world of air conditioned shopping
and the reality of inflation,
bargains and pricing as deceitful
as banksters from Wall Street...
"Double the price and offer one free!"

Living on fifty dollars a week one watched
the bargains and used coupons to save,
building a hurricane inventory.

"Of course, beer was off balance sheet!"

The oldman had forgot his cane again,
seeming to negotiate the aisles quite well
following full tits and a nice ass...
despite the diets a few existed
"In your fantasy, oldman.."
laughed the gawker, dreaming too.

Certain items have skyrocketed
exploiting the sot brained pet lovers...
"Piss fuckingoff...seventeen dollars
for a bag of catfood two pounds less,"
startling the woman he was oogling.

A commodities game with chicken and beef,
premium cuts at luxury prices,
the commoner can have hamburger and hot dogs
with potato salad for three dollars a pound.

"How many pounds to fill a poor man's gut?"

Fill 'it' with water first...salty water!

A sun shower and steamy parking lot...
"Ain't Paradise Great!"

The oldman was too old to worry of the future,
concerns for the needy and the greedy,
the pursuers and persuaders
pretending a tomorrow.

"Life is a trunk full of groceries
and a home to drive to..."
comfortable in the A/C.

The same irritating voices between commercials
"Well thanks Guys for being STUPID,"
the bitch infers to bald headed ties,
hello hello to the casting department,
the oldman loved to hate CNBC.

This was to be 'The Day' of Reckoning,
the Joker had cried Wolf too often,
his mask was melting...Batman was near.

"Where did 'The Money' go, in a cave...
or simply disappear as an accounting entry,
Trillions and Trillions mismanaged
by minions directed to the 'Authorized Agents',
the fiat keepers of the impoverished weepers,
dumbfucking believers of God and Trust,"
growls the oldman pissed with LIES,
Clinton left a DEBT after eight years,
he fudged the books, stole from SSI...
increased the DEBT by 1.6 Trillion,
IDIOT George went to WAR and kissed ass
to the banksters and corporapists,
leaving Fuckface a 10.6 Trillion Dollar Debt,
this Peace Prize Pretender has warred
this nation into financial impasse...
4 Trillion dollars in DEBT in TWO YEARS,
my, my, and where are his advisers now,
"Rats on another sinking ship!"

"He is only one man doing the best he can."

"If that ain't some can of womanizing worm pate."

"A good joke makes one laugh
at the truth of the Line
delivered by a LIAR!"

A Two Block Walkabout and the classics
are getting true love attention...
long term homeowners
putting fish in the swimming pool,
million dollar dreams at half price.
living well within one's means.

Hiring master carpenters
for a year or so.

A different approach to growth.

A sensible approach to change.

Approaching a new landing.

Really, get a grip when you're getting 'it' in the ass!

'OBUNGHOLE AIRLINES!"

So the shit goes on for another week,
the leaders of the 'TROUBLED LEAGUE'
conferred in China discussing balance of payments
and a joint central bank and clearing house,
DEBIT cards cleared through VISA
keeps living within one's means
and DEBT at thirty per cent.

Today the guiding minds of city government
mull over a thirty million dollar budget,
the city manager favors dredging the harbor,
the Mayor wants a new City Hall,
the commissioners urge a 'state of the art dump',
the locals have gone 'north'...

"Maybe, after the Hurricane...wait and see...when school is back."

"What a view from the HOB penthouse creating a standard
for the future when 300 students who pass through
twelve years of wasted time seek greatness,
20,000 dollars a year per dummy...
keeps them out of the house!"

"What if the team is good
and the coach is a loser...
voted in by the audience
before leading."

Something has to CHANGE!

"Who the fuck are these sweet talkers,
queens talking like men,
playing money smart,"
growled the oldman watching Channel 77.

Above the Horn.

Inside the Reef.

Alone at Home.