After reading some of your back letters,

and the Eye for Eye smart_aleck remarks,

you remind me of a grammar school brat.

Never ever musters the courage to just look.

Look into a mirror. Know the dark backdrops.

O a back of the looking glass is so very black.

You traumatized in kindergarten? Chicken Pox?

You blast every person and say: `walter_map Pure?

You also remind me of a old blind bat who lost teeth.

You have a pleasant smile. You got no fang or respect.

Maybe this isn't the first time you were told the truths.

In the boondocks possum skunks like walter_map got mocked.

It was for your own good. Old walter_map would reminisce. huh.

Oh, as Ya left a Zoo, the monkey cage inmates yawn, glare, groan.

'Um chatter profane words, hiss, scratch armpits, and act collegian.

If you become lost at the DC Zoo,

you cab tattoo Lost on fore_head.

O you go deaf, send thank_U note.

So, perhaps you can visit a Zoo this Holiday Cheer Season?

Go, perhaps you can ride a elephant and feed a doughnut.

Maybe if you can't sleep, ask a donkey to sit on wall_nuts.

I never declared to be. You remind me of Socrates.

He was lambasted. He heard the walter_map clearly.

Then he'd say:`walter_mop, somebody needs to say,

rogues fly around at night and spew foul projections.

So, it's time you were told the truth. Open shoe shop.

Fly around a porto-pot. Pew. Ay, stink up a outhouse.

I just figure Ya are descent enough to admit the truth.

You say:`kovie will buy the best red beverages?

okay. That's a promise. Ya swear on loco donkey?

I claim you all make otters insane. Best hightail it?

Time to saddle hard shell turtles. Ride to sundown.

Rest. My horse claims kovie no need struck-it-rich.

How does kovie's shadow stay awake? Chew sage bush.

Well kovie, if Glenn and you ever need a job, no ask me.

I slam the barn door. Time to cease+resist silly blithering.

Nevertheless, stop over anytime. No forget the prune juice.

Wog? Beg crusty GG for a bitty morsel of fried shoe fly pie.

kovie? Ya know any honest lawyers? Buy a 6- pack Ketchup?

When Mike Madden, Nancy Pelosi, local bankers, GMC auto muffler distributorships, you know? Those who suffer from gas pains, or torturing insomnia, tooth, ear, head, heart ache. sore toes, halitosis, mental crack-ups,

Etc., Oh, does your out-of-town trollops, gynecologist, beloved geese breeder, electrician, plumber, fish Angler, NBA favorite team, high school volley ball coach, former marching band drummers, best cartwheel girlfriend, Etc.,

Oh, have you ever written a hand written magic marker letter to your Rabbi, Preacher, Wrinkled Witch Doctor, Winker Soothsayer, Astrologist, Peanut Monkey Accordion Vender, Portable Potty CEO, Piano Key Tuner, Duck Veterinarian, Orphan Hen Quaker, AAA Tourist Map Guide Manufacturer, Etcetera,

And asked a few simple question?

Does Mike Madden crack walnuts?

Finance Pallbearer a Puff Pall Mall?

Treasury Sec. cracks peanut shell?

walter_map? Use the garage door?

When I can't snore I go plum mad?

walter_map chew wad? Red Mules?

Lame duck on a river need leaders!

Anyhoo, the jokers are maddening.

Toss yellow sneaker at Capital Hill.

Since the 2001 Cussing In,

and the Inauguration of a Ding,

Chain gangs has artfully been inoffensive.

Subsequent to A Majetic 2002 Coronation,

peons painstakingly confess no enthusiasm.

Humor induces a awful anguish.

Serious band recital begins now.

Should we be stripped searched?

mr.snoid uses a poster gas mask.

Garbanzo bean hummus is the sin.

Many Irksome readers deserve coal.

Pray for sweet O' Momma Baba Baby.

Stuff mules socks and shoe with ants.

Fleas. Light a candle, but No burn barns.

O Sock hop for Hobo Hungry Barn Dancers!

Maybe Glenn Greenwaldo will do yodel calls.

All Department of Justice Lawyers bow heads.

Hand and feet raised high toward the blue skies.

No 5- number blue tattoo on the forearms ever.

Hand out stolen motel bars of soap and shampoo.

Peons can unsheathe from rusty cans: halibut, mackerel, whiskered catfish, sardines, tuna. Haul in a paddy wagon all the stinky socks, shoes, fruit of loon's dung pants, scat out of DC! Pitchfork salamanders. Round can bumble bee tuna packed in yellow mustard sauce and fry!

Mumble gentle solace pleas into the two cochlear drums of the one we trust to administer fair Justice. Faith, resilience, fortitude, and No more stifling Hope of lasting relief. Gas pain blues.

No shirking. No lies. No fears. No threats. No beer. No immodest porcupine briefs in a court.

Sad. And all Mike Madden wanted was his three front green buck teeth bleached.

The local dermatologist said feet need Scroll Foot Pads to help lame wobbly gait.

Poor Mike Madden has stinky blogger athelete feet.

No foot doctor podiatrist fixes M.M. bunions for free.

M.M. has holy socks. No orthodontist doles free socks.

No ornithologist will darn care if Mike Madden moans.

So what if the rusty jalopy needs hot-wire jumper cables?

People on Wall Street need two new sail boat cruise yachts.

You don't need bail cash for candy canes. Just lick wrappers.

Mike Madden need molars or wisdom tooth pulled? Use pliers?

Use a door nob and tie a rope to the door and slam it real hard.

If you have a spell of coronary arrest, just call a pro bona law firm.

When the heart attack happens, just clutch your foot and hop around.

What's you expect? A free bowl of soup from a charitable Broke Wall Street?

If you go deaf have a taxidermist give you a free cochlear implant from deer.

If you are dumb, ask a drummer to pound a garbage can lid on your noggin. M.M. Be bum hobo.