what some people wanna know is,
are you running -for- dog catcher
or -from- dog catcher?
it's not at all that some people mind
the wooden appearance, but only that after
you've gone and spruced yourself all up,
this year, the scotch pine is the tree of choice.
you can just stand there and let all these
so-called 'special interests' hang their
little ornaments on you like a little
holiday shrubbery.
and so, now we get to see how this insipid
desire to have 'other people respect you'
-molds- 'you' into some distorted image
of the status quo.
"let peer pressues make a nice little
belgian waffle out of you and we can
all pour syrup on the fruit cake"
you may want to bring your own lemonade to the ball
as we're never quite sure when the pot is laced with
strychnine or something really good for you like that.
"don't forget to use your 'creative imagination'
to shed your conditioning because it is only
this constrictive conditioning that leads
you to believe that the strychnine will harm you,
after all -we're- all drinking it
and it hasn't hurt any of -us- yet."
maybe it's true and maybe it's not
but i'm having tea anyway.
oh, one last thing;
seeing as how you don't want to simply
-declare- yourself to be the Kaiser
and would rather -run- from dog catcher,..
oh, i mean -for- dog catcher...
...darn, i forgot the last bit.
i'll post it if i remember,
but speaking of wooden appearances
don't forget the marionettes.
maybe you'd like the holiday shrubbery better
inasmuch as more diverse ornamentation is
placed on the wooden figure,
and the marionettes tend to be subsumed
entirely by a single 'special interest'
and while you may not -see- the strings
attached, of course, they are ever present...
...under the tree.
please, now is not the time to mention the dog.
its busy eating your homework.
oh, i forgot, that was part of that other bit,
"resubmit application in triplicate;
one for the trash can, one for the
fire place and one for the litter box."
the funny thing is, what is it that
constitutes a people actually
governing themselves?
we can already see how 'belgian waffles'
are mirroring a distorted image and we don't
know -what- you -really- look like.
is it foaming at the mouth or
just enjoying it's dessert?
right, that's it,
if you can't just declare yourself to be dog catcher
you end up running from the dog catcher
but none of us want to play fetch with a marionette
and why would anyone want to catch a dog anyway?
oh, you mean that one foaming at the mouth.
maybe it'll vote six times in the next election
but we may never really know what's
buried under the floor boards.
certainly not anyone's self respect.
and now, back to brahms aand his immortal lullaby.