As we move further away, <br />From the year two thousand and eight. <br />As is the custom to celebrate it. <br />There will be more who will come, <br />To appreciate the year... <br />They were shakened awake. <br />Realizing they were not forced, <br />To participate... <br />In satisfying a temporary greed, <br />Nibbled with a teasing eventually satiated. <br />And... <br />Many caught up in the feeding of this feast... <br />Wished they had more patience and waited! <br />To examine the crooks who gleefully stuffed them... <br />With a wonderful presentation of deceit on their plates! <br /> <br />'Hmmm... <br />Would you pass me more lies, please! <br />What do you mean 'which ones'? <br />The best ones, <br />Of course. <br />What do you mean... <br />You've 'run out' of 'those'? <br />They were delicious! <br />I demand an explanation. <br />Immediately! '<br /><br />Lawrence S. Pertillar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/further-away-from-the-year-two-thousand-and-eight/
