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Mitch T.

Duracell

Dan Quayle
That octopus on the telegraph wire
Rears his swollen head-
A boil- no, a goiter- festooned with turquoise teardrop ornaments
He is invincible.

This we hold to be self-evident:
Canadians don’t feel pain anymore. It’s been bred out of them.
The octopus sounds his call
Through the garish halls of the MGM Grand
Propositioning the masses.
Fascism is the most adorable little rabbit of them all.

“Deconstruct me!” he begs
“Adorn all your boys and girls with my ink!
Make me a prime time martyr just like dear old dad!”
A chip off the old proboscis
So to speak.

Recumbent, the octopus muses- “I wonder-
Do they have a gift shop at the Fountain of Youth?"

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2012 EDITION]