No inauguration, just a chicken in a pot on a cold and rainy day.
No date with history, just another wallflower in a hand-me-down dress.
Another little rabbit with the fur plucked out- not fit for balls.
That’s OK, even if it is not, because history is coming anyway. I am going to have to watch it happen right here, in the town where I will do my part. D.C. is going to have to do it without me, but that means I can roll up my sleeves a little sooner. I already know what I need to know, that change is fun until you have to do something.
My promise to America-
Finance twelve first day of school haircuts, to go with twelve “go get ’ems” and twelve “have a great years.”
Start a rock and roll drum camp for ornery children.
More public thank you’s and less public fuck you’s for everyone else.
Now to the forest with my new Nite Rider Enduro for the inaugural ride of the Mega Trail Blasters Dissenters Union and Social Club (MTBDUSC)
Anyone else got plans?