I Was Just Thinking . . . .

What if we just stopped looking for our leaders to be perfect paragons of virtue, in fact what if we just finally accepted that none of us are perfect . . . Imagine what the ramifications of such a realization would be.
Oh, just forget it, that sort of thinking would just destroy the Republican Party.

QUACKERY - A Poem by Frank Jupiter

Quackery Cliffston clackering quackenstien
You doctory phonery you;
Helpens'me finderings me a doctory true;
Mine achering heartsy faileth me me me;
Lo, I seenith and lookery loo to a findering
Of somewhat something somery true.
When ailsworth bodery flops
Wilst you and you and you whoevery you
Find a paddery pad softly soft to Nippery nap?

Cliffston stackering stackenstien
You actory faketh you
Teachens'me forgetterings of a playings play
Mine lipsy lippery lips doo lipping so so so;
Yo, I feelith and snickery snoo not so true
When saddest bodery flips
Wilst they and they and they whosoever they
Find a beddery bed bed to bed me off as I so
Laughery laugh?

(c) Frank Jupiter / Friday, May 25, 2007