Let he who is without guns or an over-abundant
amount of testosterone cast the first word;...
then stare in mock surprise as the
warring jesters face grows so serious
that he drops His stones.
That wasnt so bad was it?...an experiment in
how a speaking man could rule any continent
with flattery as opposed to force! Just ask Ghandi
how good it felt...(then follow on a similar course.)
So many noteworthy martyrs...so little time!
Therefore I mention none in order to avoid
the embarrassment of looking like a bastardly ingrate.
( Though such lines are already fine.) With a little
hope and a lot less alcohol, i'll be able to take my grandchildren
out wordcasting someday; and sit laughing over a commercially
correct bag of Worthers Originals ©(rtm) about the old days
when pappy j. helped defeat a mass of jesters with words
instead of stones.
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