HAMMERIN' HANK RIDES THE SLED
(for the stillborn within us)
At the top of the crest is just another
fool; and this one in another suit and tie.
They all lie. Brandishing paper stilettos
and ground-down ideas, the political sorts
want Hank stopped, for he sleds at night.
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These are the same ones who steal. We've lost
an old country to them and now nothing
but new things congeal. Kix and Alpha-Bits
are a major challenge to them, though these
days that's considered Freedom of Choice.
Happiness fits the wearer, I'd guess.
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The Pursuit of Happiness, to them all, is
now doing what others allow. But how!
We re-define our codes of duty so that
the worst of us somehow go first. My
broken arm is hurting, but this heavy
ladle I've been given has nothing
but holes in its bottom. Hammerin'
Hank, I've heard, is still dead.
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