“I think to a certain group within America—not group, but to a certain segment—the country was too dependent on government.”
“a salesman is an it that stinks Excuse”
Protective of her brand,
From whence derives her sinecure,
A kind of tasteless bland,
Like instant noodles from the bag
(Three minutes, you can add an egg).
A certain group of people made
Of welfare queens and bitches
Became “dependent—of what shade?
Oh, you’ll have me in stitches.”
She knew she had to lie and lie,
It was about propriety.
“You must excuse, not having been
In politics, you see,
A man’s exempt from little sin
And basic decency,
Unlike my hubby, Turtle Mitch
Who drawls ‘Yes, Ma’am’ when he hurls pitch.”
She is a woman, mother, wife
Well-steeled: see how she staunchions
Herself in euphemism—life
Is good without a conscience.
“A woman’s better off without”
Her credo is, without a doubt.