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Byrom Hoover Bush was named after the great poet - who
went to Greece to help the people regain a semblance of freedom for a people who refused to give up their liberties
for a pseudo sense of security promised by their "masters elite" whom his father "the Old Warrior"
worshipped telling Byrom constantly in his most contemptuous dazzling display of what a man owed to feelings of
superiority and indifference that one of the reasons why the inferiors did not learn from the past was because
purposely the truth was not allowed to enter their fearful minds so subjective minds were conditioned by lies they
had eaten preventing them from seeing all the farting anxieties of those trying to make seeing what they could
never understand impossible - but since Byrom's mother with her uncontrolled smile thought the freakishly handsome
club-footed George Gordon - pleasuring most of the high society women of England while their husbands were busy
in secret meetings fashioning franchises of world domination around the world concerned on how to get control over
all the moneys in the universe - spelled it so and Byrom would have to live with that spelling while constantly
fumbling over words beginning with a consonant trapped inside his stutter that was produced by a father burning
the palms of his hands with matches for committing his fifth infraction but the father insisted it was the controls
put on by regulators to the making of lots of money was the reason his words were deformed fetuses singing dying
tunes. finally Byrom gave up explaining the error of a woman who had strapped him constantly with a large black
strap and an uncontrolled smile. His father,The Old Warrior, sang softly their sad song when he was president of
the secret society at Cornell called "In The Eye Of The Pyramid", and for the rest of Byrom's life he
would suck in his breath in sob like gasps the great respect he felt for the man who had produced him after entering
a dry puckered womb with a song playing in the background being sung by mouths with rounded lips using the melody
from the "Skull and Bones guy in another elite school producing the leaders who would show the way in a song:
"From the tables down at sleaze's, to the place where undesirables live.
To the dear old Eye watching from a sacred dollar bill whom we love so well.
Sing the super elite assembled with greed raised on high
And the magic singing cast its spell of pseudo meanings.
Yes, the magic of singing songs we love so well,
``You Die for a Medal'' and ``Anthems" and we shall keep the rest of the riffraff at each other's throats
calling them hyphenated whatevers.
We will serenade our half-ness while life and voice shall last
Then we'll pass and be forgotten - while we try to take our riches we have harvested.
We're poor little lambs who have lost our way.
Bah, bah, bah - you dumb bastards who we will have dumb bastards teaching - only
six months brighter than you!
We're little black sheep who have gone astray trying to gain a sense of self worth by
wearing power and wealth gained from your bent polymyalgia rheumatica bodies.
Bah, bah, bah - suffer the little children.
Gentlemen songsters off on a spree fornicating a good world that would be damned from here to eternity to Dante's
ninth circle but
have mercy on such as we! Bah, bah, bah."
THE END
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