Please allow the congresswoman lady of Las Vegas to speak:
Hand me my writeup. Thank you. We have issues, fix the needs,
in need of fixes, the autumnal enterprise angle has been diffused
& the trolls are rolling across the dais, the Hamilton Papers stolen,
the electoral ballots spirited from the room as General Lee comes to his mark,
begging for funds for his district to test the coldness of ice cream,
saying he'll bet a twenty-dollar-bill that his consumers, um, voters,
all well-bred on sugar, carbohydrates and Fox News fear
will keep the machine calibrated in a Discordian fall of hot, tired,
predator killers in the kitchen of Democracy as the Church Lady sings,
"Burn, them all, burn them all, burn them all to the ground. Hearye. Hearsay,"
as the Capitol lawns smolder into embers like the Library of Alexandria,
and the mingling of billionaire hillbillies in the backrooms of Congress,
votes there/not votes there, leaving the money to do all of the talking,
the Dickheads in the room undaunted but caged elephants all the same,
with a new plan allowing for paid exorcisms, Koch addicts on the ebb,
spastic angels of denial stuck in the methadone drive, the buffalo-headed guy
scratching his fingernails on the chalkboard and no ambulance is in on the way.
~ Douglas McDaniel
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