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i bet he's a paranoid and angry mutha lately. i bet he says the craziest things on the phone when he's talking to his gang of political terrorists. is there any legal way that we the people could wiretap our own commander in chief? nah, i guess that would qualify as some sort of high treason if it was just plain folks doing it.
but i bet he explodes often, and screams at his cowering underlings demanding that they fix this or spin that and stop making him do so much work. and i bet at 3 a.m. he calls karl in a cold sweat after waking from some horrible dream about prison, and karl has to comfort him and sing him a lullaby to send him back to dreamland.
'karl it's me, the commander in chief, i keep hearing voices that say 'impeach, impeach', and it's startin' ta git ta me'. 'relax mr. president, it'll all be taken care of, nobody has the guts to impeach you, now lullaby and good night, with roses bedight'.
'did you hear that?---that click?--just now, i swear i heard a click'!
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