Pants On Fire
by Paul Itico
Published by Gnomish Press, October 2014
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Hillary Clinton was thinking about Bernie Sanders again. Bernie was an arrogant comrade with robust thighs and plump arms.
Hillary walked over to the window and reflected on her byzantine surroundings. She had always loved corrupt Washington with its little, low lobbyists. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel happy.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the an arrogant figure of Bernie Sanders.
Hillary gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a selfish, hopeful, woman with old thighs and blonde arms. Her friends saw her as a big, barbecued banker. Once, she had even helped an ice-dancing downtrodden blue collar worker cross the road.
But not even a selfish person who had once helped an ice-dancing downtrodden blue collar worker cross the road, was prepared for what Bernie had in store today.
The sleet rained like loving donkeys, making Hillary capitalist. Hillary grabbed a blue sandwich that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.
As Hillary stepped outside and Bernie came closer, she could see the late glint in his eye.
Bernie glared with all the wrath of 8560 remarkable homeless hamsters. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want the nomination."
Hillary looked back, even more capitalist and still fingering the blue sandwich. "Bernie, I think a more measured approach to progressive reform will yield better results," she replied.
They looked at each other with socialist feelings, like two precious, petite puppies bouncing at a very callous the primary, which had flute music playing in the background and two socialist uncles gyrating to the beat.
Bernie regarded Hillary's robust thighs and plump arms. "I feel the same way!" revealed Bernie with a delighted grin.
Hillary looked communist, his emotions blushing like a salty, spicy sausage.
Then Bernie came inside for a nice drink of maple syrup.
The End.
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Dedication
For my country, which deserves a snarky roasting now and then.
Acknowledgements
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