Imagine Corporate's best Chicago School trained shock-doctrineers, who didn't budget for the world's second or third largest economy collapsing, damning their luck that it's shit like this catastrophic earthquake that ruins their beautiful flow charts with motherfucking hungry peasants, dying by the tens of thousands, not dying by the millions, demanding help from their rulers, the motherfucking peasants.
Imagine Obama waiting for the presser before the inevitable question about Manning after Crowley's comment. Imagine him seething in anger. The motherfucker.
Motherfucker, it's easy to imagine seething in anger, yes? Saturday night at a retirement party for the single worse professor I ever had at the home of one of the best professors I ever had, during a conversation about Obama in general and Crowley/Manning in particular, when the second worse professor I ever had (and one of the ten worse people I've ever met) said, See, this would all be different if you all had voted for Hillary instead of Nobama, I was about to say, She won't resign in protest when Obama fires Crowley, then thought why start a fight when no one but the shitty human wanted one? Disaster-porn was looping on CNN on three different plasma screens, one in the living room, one the den, one the kitchen.
SOMETIMES WITH THE ONE I LOVE
Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn'd love, But now I think there is no unreturn'd love, the pay is certain one way or another, (I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return'd, Yet out of that I have written these songs.)