Get Rid Of The Advertisements

I’m far too busy for artifice. Too poor to have much class. Mentally inferior. I usually finish last. I’m meek and weak. Lousy and low. And yet you love me. Please now let it show. So re-elect me and you’ll see. How little it can mean to live in the land of the free.

By Robert C Maudlin

© 2009 Robert C Maudlin (All rights reserved)


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