By Nate Elam
TheSequitur.com Contributor
Dec. 10, 2006

It’s no great surprise these days,
    
Seeing King George’s elephant
trample it’s own. Young
straight boys freaked out,
laughing, “Uncle Sam wants me”.

Seeding November election lawns
in Nowhere, USA
sprouting arithmetical signs of
revenge proclaiming,
“boy + congressman = blue seat”

Hearing reports from Ronnie’s
ray-gun six feet under, acting as
new carriers of banners,
ending unbearable spinning and spending.

Feeling the Rush, after
knocking over pharmacies,
before new drug bills drive
OxyContin prices through
a national roof.

Waking from aisle’s
right-side reveries,
frolicking with dolphins in
monumental reflections,
a giant phallus called DC.

Watching moral minorities
digressing, Foley’s counsel
confessing what he won’t say,
“IM gay”, was the message.