The crux of the problem is this,
he told the lobbyist, if this is to
be a nation of hobos we'd at
least like the dignity of a fair
burial. The lobbyist burst into
tears at the mention of death.
Outside, Washington was too
hot. If it was too hot inside too,
many of us felt that America into
India was a bit much to take in
this lifetime, where we've all
worked so hard not to have to
shit in the street. That lobbyist
was a dog, alright, a well-fed one,
and his collar is up in the air.

 

 

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