From Here to There: A Poem About a Conversation
Stop pumping your FIST! in my face
He wants to be a carpetbagger.
But he(I) want to be a muckraker,
I, oh, I, well, I want to be a
gadfly (in woman's voice).
A fireman? Well, only if we speak
laser beams.
He wants to be a carpetbagger.
But he(I) want to be a muckraker,
I, oh, I, well, I want to be a
gadfly (in woman's voice).
A fireman? Well, only if we speak
laser beams.
posted by Natty Bumpo at 1:49 PM
5 Comments:
This poem, while profound, ultimately made me dumber. Thanks for being AWESOME you muckrakin' son of a bitch!!
If I had the time and the resources, I would muckrake your mom until the Four Horsemen showed up at my doorstep...
In regard to Greg's latest comment, I refuse to let this site become a receptacle for such immature garbage. Clean up your act Greg. Clean it up, or get out of town!!
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Girthy Greg obviously has deep-seated issues of stupidty that find their roots with his father, LONG BEAR, whom legend has it raped Mr. Greg's mother at the tender age of 3
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