phantom remote controller pressed firmly into hand’s palms throttle sticks under pilot’s thumbs parrot drone changes direction easily moving right or left contingent upon prevailing winds although protocol states daylight-only operations these line-of-sight rules are usurped by internet messages sent out during nightly flights of fantasy but when out of range and in the headless mode vladimir the pilot sends signals to the unmanned government prompting a new sequence where the parrot drone utters this is huge
putin’s puppet dances on strings of lies and alibis and without a backbone it’s quick to blame others for all its missteps but alas unlike the puppet who dances bebop when his master gets up and leaves it cannot stand alone so falls flat upon its face whimpering in the night tweet tweet tweet
i stopped by aunt bea’s on the way home from work on friday feeling depressed about congressional certification of what’s-his-name expressing the same to her asking how as a nation we would survive aunt bea said when your mother and i would go to church we always sat at the back away from the busybodies that shared more gossip than gospel during sunday service from there you could see the choirs on those sundays when we had two choirs the senior choir would always have to be first followed by the youth choir so most folks arrived late preacher would always delay the collection plate until the youth choir had awakened the congregation and got folks amen-ing so the bills could get paid i still recall the first time your aunt elizabeth sang how great thou art lord even the deacons put money in the collection plate that day how that woman could sing and fortunately for pastor she was the head of the youth choir which meant manna from heaven when the youth choir was featured every other sunday well i cannot for the sake of me recall why i started telling you about that oh now i remember how will we survive the next few years simple in the hearts and with the strength of our youths
