Thursday, April 19, 2012

Poem to CW

You were no friend to me, you lout
Now you say so -  you've been found out!
You thought I didn't see your strings
But I pulled one and my ear still rings
From being slapped by your puppet master*
I didn't like the show, oh my, disaster.
So here I am, said placatingly
O powerful Oz, please don't harm me.
That would be pointless, boring and obscene.
But thanks for fulfilling that epithet of mean.

I wish you well chasing opportunity
It must be tough being your own enemy.




[Dave wants everyone to know that the hand up CW's ass isn't his.]

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