The State of the Union--

otherwise known as the 'white house party.'

so many senators and congressmen,

drunk on morals,

and other trash.

(read: american initiative, and other plans)

clap on cue

when the photographer points.

rise together,

blind the men and women,

give the public something to see.

if he knows what to say,

but stumbles on the words,

help him.

fill his silence with your applause.

you'll do.

after all, the crowd's perfectly choreographed--

white boy, black man, arabian woman.

a marvel of juxtaposition.

our president,

and his values born-again,

proving the pessimists wrong.

there's water,

mr. president--

why don't you take a drink?

after all, those little white lies

make your throat quite dry, you'll find.

hiv/aids.

"prevented, treated, and defeated."

why, mr. president, how cute! says I,

which of these young cameramen

held that up to your eye?

oh look!

comes the voice televised, almost

as if to distract.

that lady seems quite bitter, says fox.

focused on her leer,

"this is what we're fighting against."

yeah.

right.

A/N: poking holes through some of the things i found wrong in the state of the union address. though this is rather vociferous, none of this was meant to offend anybody, merely to put some of what i see as errors into the light. after all, why watch 'the morning after' if you can read me?