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Not Getting Up
There’s a chill in the air, the sky’s gray.
It’s that apocalyptical day
When the man I despise
Takes control – I’ll not rise;
Yes, it’s under the covers I’ll stay.
Leaving for Canada
I’m leaving, I really can’t bear it.
I’m not coming back – there, I swear it!
On this rotten day
I’m up up and away!
And my Obama T-shirt – I’ll wear it!
Protesting
Look out for me man – I’ll be there,
With my tatts, and my piercings and hair,
And my friends arty-farty;
We’ll ruin his party
By shouting out loudly: “Unfair!”
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And they’ll all lose out. We don’t care what they do. The ones who don’t show up will be thanked for staying away, and the ones who protest will be drowned out by the bikers and the flag-wavers. Can’t wait.
And you have a GREAT day Sandra.
Thank you. I will!!! Many of us have prayed for a long time for change to come to this country. Frankly, I think we’re going to see more changes than some of us ever thought about. But it’s past time. I’ve felt for years that we needed another American Revolution, and I think this is the closest thing to it that we’ll ever get. I know that sounds a little melodramatic, but I honestly believe some MAJOR shifting is taking place – below the surface of what we see in the political arena, and Americans and the world are going to be a little surprised when it’s over. I hope I’m right.