January 23, 2008

Just made it to my 58th. The political parties are on edge, and there is no one to care for. The candidates scream at each other, point their fingers to no avail. Someone give them a pacifier, Please.
They really seem to miss the point
They all promise changes from years gone by. If elected, I promise to not to lie anymore, as the terrorist plots his plans. The Geneva rules went out the window on 911, and we’re suppose to play by the rules, while they trash our cities of this free world. Watching and waiting is the fat cat, waiting to strike the phat politicians as they still point their fingers in a mirror that’s blind. Hurry up and vote to choose your demise.
Are you really safe from that nuke in the mountains of Pakistan, or are you still looking the other way, feeling safe and content while the snow still falls.
Look out wall street, you’re in the gunner’s sight. Now the world is feeling the pinch as the points begin to fall. The dollar is weak, but you still feel strong, as the wolfs will gather, stalking their prey. No one is safe in Tammany Hall.