education: high school deploma
well, kids. it's election day. the hopes and dreams of two men hinge on the outcome of today's election. the president hopes and dreams of the day he will own iraq and turn all its citizens into modern-day plantation workers. oh, dubya, don't you know it's too sandy over there to plant cypress trees and crepe myrtles. but you know that texas tea is sweeter than iced tea any day of the week.
oh, if senator kerry wins the president will be so upset. and it upsets me that he will be upset. it's upsets me so much that i couldn't sleep last night for thinking about it. i tossed and turned. i watched tv. i counted sheep. but nothing could soothe my troubled mind. i checked the clock on the nightstand (3:18 a.m.) -- and lo and behold! a pen shone bright in the moonlight. a beacon! i knew what i had to do. i picked up that pen and wrote the sweetest, most tortured poem i've ever written:
for dubya
what happens to a dream deferred?
does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun
or fester like a sore
and then run
does it stink
like rotten meat
or crust and sugar over
like a syrupy sweet
mabye it just sags
like a heavy load
or does it explode?
oh, if senator kerry wins the president will be so upset. and it upsets me that he will be upset. it's upsets me so much that i couldn't sleep last night for thinking about it. i tossed and turned. i watched tv. i counted sheep. but nothing could soothe my troubled mind. i checked the clock on the nightstand (3:18 a.m.) -- and lo and behold! a pen shone bright in the moonlight. a beacon! i knew what i had to do. i picked up that pen and wrote the sweetest, most tortured poem i've ever written:
for dubya
what happens to a dream deferred?
does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun
or fester like a sore
and then run
does it stink
like rotten meat
or crust and sugar over
like a syrupy sweet
mabye it just sags
like a heavy load
or does it explode?