Golden Calf
A Golden Calf came through our old town for people to worship whether deft or daft.
If anyone impedes this Olympian flame in disporting procession coming from this flawed
home (like all ours) of demos kratos - Greece will save itself if it be true to 'people
power' that now has a spring in its not always athletic step, gamy leg they will be
game, a terrorist to to types of boot, receiving their (in) just desserts if they spoil (be
fair) many people's pleasure. It will be an arresting scene for we vin ordinaire to drink
in the sights of champagne wasting sporty types, Olympic worthies, 'celebrities',
politicos like bouncy Boris in his and their special Soviet fast lanes that no war or civil
hero just 'sporting' ones will ride in this four times over budget shindig that we
taxpayers of the world, mainly this faire isle will gladly pay for them to play knowing
that they shaft us every day yet cannot they take our souls from us whether we are
believers or no - each our very selves will truly show.
Copyright © Peter Dorr | Year Posted 2012
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