We, the people
do solemnly swear
to keep our eyes
shut and closed
and our ears stuffed with cotton

We, the people
do solemnly swear
to watch American Idol
and whatever new show
is the hottest new show
until it's forgotten

We, the people
do solemnly swear
to forget what others died for
while we fight on for
another lie in a stretch of lies

We, the people
do solemnly swear
to let our brains go
and our children go
into the land of closed eyes

I've got a green shopping bag (made of hemp) full of dog treats for Sox, and beer for the house, and I'm knocking at her door....

...but no answer.

With all that's going on, all I want is a friend to kick back with and talk about anything other than the politics going on tonight.

I keep knocking at her door.  I hear Sox barking inside.

I'm getting kinda worried.

Anyone want to join me outside her door and wait for the room to open?

Simple in that I can understand the embroidery that makes up you, yes. Simple like a quilt, or an apple pie, or a sunset, or a flower, yes. Simple that way. Simple in the way you come across.  Beautiful, non-threatening, gifted and blessed, yes. Simple in that I know when you talk to me that what I hear is what you mean. Simple in that I don't have to wear a cracker jack box plastic secret decoder ring to interpret what you are saying to me. Simple in that when I talk about you, or think about you, I feel warm and happy and excited about life like I used to feel back when I was a teenager. Simple like that. Yeah.

Could it be I'm falling in love?

Obama 2008!