1 I have a typewriter. It is a rectangle
2 just like my land mine. I love America!
3 And puzzles. I am joyful right
now, so I shout like a megaphone
4 and no one can get any work done.
This is fun. Monday
5 I have a lot of meetings with buttholes
6 that April couldn’t get me out of.
So I shall eat bacon
6 and drink whiskey and then devour
more bacon
1 while I doodle little rectangles
5 in a notebook to pretend I am
paying attention to anything that butthole
2 is current saying at the moment. America
4 is being ruined by the government,
so last Monday
3 I retreated to my cabin and built
a deer-antler megaphone
3 so I can drown out whatever crap
Leslie is shouting on her megaphone.
6 Then we’ll go to JJ’s Diner and
eat waffles and bacon
4 and ignore the showdown with the
library on Monday
1 over a lot near the nurse’s house.
This rectangle
2 will soon become a public library
if we lose. America
5 is being destroyed by librarians –
they are the spawn of Satan’s butthole.
5 Or at least, my ex-wife Tammy is a
butthole.
3 To say more would be revealing
personal information via megaphone,
2 which would be appalling. My
vision for America?
6 Everyone minds their own business,
eats bacon
1 and construct beautiful
handcrafted rectangular-
4 shaped desks out of mahogany. The
most useless days of the week are Mondays.
4 Duke Silver is playing in Eagleton
on Monday
5 along with Mouse Rat – Andy’s a
good kid, but he and those buttholes
1 in his band are nearly as lousy as
Jerry. The guy’s so square, he’s a rectangle!
3 Chris Traeger is Talking Very
Loudly. His lungs can produce megaphone-
6 level sonic qualities. I respect
that. Not as much as bacon,
2 he’s too cheerful most of the
time. America
2 needs more libertarians. And mini horses
like Li’l Sebastian. America
4 shall mourn the day that glorious
equine goes to the pasture in the sky. It’ll be the Monday
6 to end all Mondays. Worse than
rabbit food. Or fish meat. Or turkey bacon
5 Have I mentioned that my other ex-wife Tammy is also a butthole?
3 Oh, how I do love a good piece of
meat. I’ll scream into Leslie’s stupid megaphone
1 if it be to praise the efforts of
the cow which became this delicious rectangle
21 of steak, grown in the only state
in America that is a perfect rectangle,
43 Wyoming. Though I suppose Mondays
and megaphones
65 exist there, too. Yes, I require bacon now.
Go interview someone else, butthole.
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