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| obama and the tax refund obama sat down and filed the taxes. he was tired and wished for a drink of martini he phoned office 'hey this is o.b. - got the liquid?' 'oval office tax returns. we have the juice' the eagle flew overhead. obama knew it would be a fireball of a christmas reunion. |
| obama and the guitar hero i asked obama how the taxes were filing he said 'spiffy, swell, almost as good as filing jackson's rebate.' i said 'what of the guitar' obama took his guitar out and played 'judy blue' i clapped and he raised my taxes. |
| obama kits out the team obama asked millwall fc, the famous everton football bullies, to exist in a space of time and distance far removed from the oval tax office. obama signified retreat. 'let's go to the island' 'the island? you mean off turkey?' 'that's the one. see you there!' |
| obama lets the team down obama certified for a response. he let the team manage a fifth position. votes one votes minus twenty obama was not allowed to vote for shampoo magazine. they signalled his overall loss and defeat with an oval office signature sheet. 'no way, homeboy' they said. 'no tax returns in this broadsheet' 'well, hot dang' obama said and cried into his overton park health magazine. |
| (Poems
on red background were sent to the venerable 'Shampoo Magazine' and warmly
rejected. Prophecy in the last poem rather annoying) |
| obama and the rockstar i sat down with obama and enquired about iraq. 'how are we gonna stop it' i pleaded he said 'it's simply a matter of time' 'they'll fold' all very well, but when that missile is looming on the horizon, there's not many words that can fill up the hole in our heads, or the hole in our hearts. we can't simply let them blow everything up, i said. relax, said obama, leaning back in his chair. relax? i said, incredulous. 'but what about iraq??' what about iraq, said obama, smiling an irrepressible grin. well, you're the boss, i said and retired to the bowling room. if obama says it's okay then by golly gee brewster, it's gonna be okay. |
| Obama sends for the military I went to see obama at the oval office. come in, he said. i asked him what the iraq situation was. he said very grave, very grave. i asked him whether the military ought to be assigned to the country he said in a manner of speaking, yes!! i asked him what the scale model of iraq's territory was doing on his table with all manner of troops, flags, tanks and bombshells. he said it's a matter of taste. do we crush the russians? obliterate the slavs? or simply bide our time here in america drinking whiskey and shafting petrol cars in the darkness away from the limelight, and putin's magnificient scowl. i said that was a presidential decision, he nodded, his fingertips steepled together, and i left, feeling war was apparent in the future, in the past, in fact, in everything obama wants us to see, and delight in, forever!! |
