April 11, 2011

I wish a production be done satirizing our government

In such a way telling the truth within the wickedness of reality,

In such a way any child could be instructed, using a celebration of language,

Which means Eddie Murphy will have to relearn English.

A tale featuring Betty White and Carol Burnett as the maestros

Throughout, to let them play off of each other.

All of the cast otherwise, comedics as if having forked tongues.

I once wrote privately of having Barbara Streisand at a state dinner

of some drunkenness, slipping beneath the long table’s tablecloth

and crawling on her hands and knees towards the destiny

in this rewrite passing our pas presidents still alive, also slipping under tablecloth,

without comment, until the whole affair becomes as if a schooner in full sail,

sinking in disarray.

But I merely suggest not finalize. In this finale, the female in Marty

Feldman’s

Film of , was it Wolfman or Frankenstein?… arises out of the morass

Of tablecloth to sing what Striesand song as only she would dare.

I just had an ending of Obama waking up, saying he just had the wildest dream only to find Biden in full suit, between himself and his wife, snoring.

IF I HAD MY WAY, THIS WOULD FINIS WITH R. LIMBAUGH & D. TRUMP naked skipping across the whitehouse lawn in the moonlight, holding hands*

*Arent I wicked?

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