A Quickie for Don!

confusion and coffee--not to be confused with actual poetry!

"It's a downright tragedy what happened to 7-11.

You'd think there were better targets than that, it'll take a 24/7

 

monitoring of the bad guys, yet this clown in the White House

took his eye off the ball, cause he's a loser, timid little mouse!

 

Let me tell you, when I'm President, and believe me when I tell you,

I'll be the best President in the history of Presidents, through

 

eagle eyed, hawk-like attention to what's happening around me,

because these eyes in my skull don't miss a trick--I see

 

everything." "Ah, sir?" "Oh, for s**t's sake--what now? I thought

I made it crystal clear, ordinary losers such as yourself are not

 

to even attempt a dialogue with me. I'm so damn much smarter.

I suppose you want to try talking to me, so you'll be a martyr

 

to all the other losers out there with small hands--look at these,

those babies are huge, and that means I can see

 

Things 5 or 6 inches better than you, better than everyone,

so this damn well better be important or German, son!"

 

"Ah, don't you mean germane, not German, sir?"

"Look, piss-ant, I know what I mean--you've been a burr

 

on my a*s for far too long!" "Yes, sir, don't you mean 'saddle'?"

"Okay, loser, shut it, or you'll find yourself up a tree without a paddle!"

 

"Say what? Oh, never mind, I just wanted to remind you,

it's nine  eleven--7/11 is a chain of grocery stores." "Do

 

you honestly--say, that reminds me, I could use a huge coffee,

campaigning's damn hard work, and I could sure use a pick-me-

 

up--would you mind stopping in at a 7-11? I'm sure

that the very sight of someone as powerful as me--everything's a blur."

 

"Yes, sir, right away, sir. Whatever you desire, sir. There

should be one at the next block--after all, they're everywhere!"