(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.


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