Corruption
Posted: September 11, 2010 Filed under: Uncategorized 2 Comments »(yet another by that unidentified poet)
A tall bearded man approaches my front door.
Who could this be, coming to my quaint little cabin?
I open the door, and he says, “Hello.”
I am hoping he hurries up and leaves so I can get ready for work at Congress.
Suddenly, he leaps forward, and thrusts his entire six foot body down my throat.
I pass out.
I wake up in Congress, feeling powerfully evil.
Rady to take my role as a corrupt man.
Whoever the poet, very deep thinking. And very bright.