Monday 2/12/2007 11:44:00 PM

lock the door behind yourself. gather the notes on sticky yellow squares.

the pig asked why it was eaten while other animals were spared. eat the dog. i'll be your pet. the cow had its attorney on retainer. it's my milk. not yours. my body. my choice. so animal farm. the monkey thumped his bible and said the jackals wear turbans. we'll kill them before they kill us.

and so it was. or became the truth. eventually. when enough of the monkeys began to believe their breast implants and suv's were in danger of becoming extinct.

they all recycled. and bought yellow ribbons for their metal houses. they cast their votes. but only the right ones were counted.

and the monkey said they were succeeding. pointing to the gas pumps and whispering to his friends. see, we're winning.

3 comments:
Righty said...

Gloabal warming is great for banannas.. To bad it's (most likely) a farce :-0

RuKsaK said...

Very glad you said 'so animal farm' in this one - it redeemed it for me. Still some great lines but I see this one as a departure from your usual to be frank. I'm personally not one for writing or reading about issues - however this seemed quite tongue cheek and perhaps that's your point?

alcoholic poet said...

living in denial working out for you righty?

yes, ruk, it was exactly that. i was trying to do something different from my usual. very satirical. obesely so.

am not terribly interested in politics either. however, i am never opposed to mocking them.



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