Treasure Island

Cretan Maineiac

(April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)

.Our Ladies of the Chamber


“I’m a survivor, ” sez the
Blond from
AWAP, each time she tells her Ex-Wife’s

Tale besmirching miscegenation worse than
generations of
KKK propaganda, drowning unwanted children in self-serving tears, &

advocating:
- a definition of family based on lobby dollars, &
-opening private books to the public while
-closing public books to all.

“I’m looking out for The
Little Guy, ” claims
non-trad Margaret, securing a

Raise for lawmakers as
your street cracks &
crumbles, smoldering, refitting suits in the

Crazy biz as clients
scrape together
empties toward tobacco jizya.

“I’m here to finish business, ” Ms.
Deb crowed, &
Voted away charter schools, looking into

Taxing DeLorme & Rand McNally for
each crag mapped
along Maine’s salty jagged coast. “Me,

too! ” chirps craven Margaret, alternatively
pimping Peter to
diversely pay for Paul, taking hellish human sacrifice under

advisement—yessah—for gold-plating the State House & endowing
Concannon’s
retirement. Vote early, vote often, trade your job so they can keep theirs, & hail

them, hear them, tho listening be a chore,
our ladies of the chamber, hear ye, hear them whore.

Submitted: Monday, August 17, 2009
Edited: Thursday, August 20, 2009
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