The man seated next to me
Has fallen asleep.
He head lolls onto my shoulder,
And spittle creeps.
I want to move
But don't think I can
His hand falls in my lap
Why did I sit by this man?
His clothes are dirty
and smell of urine and worse.
I look at my reflection
And clutch my purse.
His breath so boozy,
So foul,so bad,
I gently wake him and tell him,
It's our stop Dad.
Posted by
little cindy lou on March 23, 2009 at 6:26 AM
Obama has finance plan
Same as the Bush plan
Despair fills me
He thinks bankers should be in charge, value assets and be rewarded.
He thinks the banks are live, not zombies.
It says take a risk, there's no downside.
As we heard before.
Posted by
PCapol.Krugman on March 23, 2009 at 7:02 AM
Hello spring, hello sun, hello outdoor fun!
Hello birds, hello bees, hello bunnies, hello kick ass breeze;
Greetings to the debut of fresh morning dew under a sky of bright blue;
I'll be in my cubicle.
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