Treasure Island

Mark Walters

(1953 / Georgia)

Huns Having Fun


From: the desk of Atilla

To: His big, fun-loving Huns

Re: H. R. Bulletin

1. Layoffs:

Teaching the Chinese to self-pillage,

Saved time & travel to each village.

Looters and sackers will be laid off.

Outsourcing is a great payoff.

2. FaceTime:

Huns on Facebook in their working day,

Will be unfriended in an awful way.

Looters & sackers have lots more time,

To perfect what's now considered crime.

3. Medi-scare:

You must self-inflict your own pain.

Due to my lowered personal gain,

Free clubs are in the wrecking hall.

Remember: Do unto others, above all.

Thank you very, extremely, painfully, sincerely;

Atilla the kinder, gentler Hun

Submitted: Tuesday, July 02, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, January 07, 2014

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