This post is dedicated to Mitt Romney, who wouldn't be caught dead on the campaign trail unless without his special Mormon underwear with the magic fire retardant properties
The Liar
Deceiver, dissembler
Your trousers are alight
From what pole or gallows
Shall they dangle in the night?
When I asked of your career
Why did you have to kick my rear
With that stinking lie of thine
Proclaiming that you owned a mine?
When you asked to borrow my stallion
To visit a nearby-moored galleon
How could I ever know that you
Intended only to turn him into glue?
What red devil of mendacity
Grips your soul with such tenacity?
Will one you cruelly shower with lies
Put a pistol ball between your eyes?
What infernal serpent
Has lent you his forked tongue?
From what pit of foul deceit
Are all these whoppers sprung?
Deceiver, dissembler
Your trousers are alight
From what pole or gallows
Do they dangle in the night?
William Blake 1810
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| Mittens 2012 |
1 comment:
Oh wait a minute Microdot….there was a band playing behind the dancing girl? I had to watch it a second time before I realized that part.
When I started playing in Rock Bands, the white turtle neck shirts were what we all wore to look Cool. Hot as Hell under stage lights but Cool. It was not until later with Cream and Hendrix that everyone went anti-establishment dress code….but it was still a dress code to prove you did not assimilate to any dress code. Ahhhh Great Times Micro.
Oh Yea.....Fuck Mitty!!
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