I was invited to a party
and said I wouldn’t go
but my sister stopped to pick me up
and wouldn’t let me tell her no
She had on a dark blue shirt
that said Obama zero eight
and another in my size
She said we’re off to celebrate
There must have been a hundred shirts
like ours throughout that place
and everyone was cheering for
the man that won the race
I thought it best to shut my mouth
keep my opinions to myself
And did my best impression
of a knick-knack on a shelf
But pretty soon the drinks were served
and when I’d had a few
I did the thing I promised
myself I wouldn’t do
I voted for the other guy
I mentioned to the crowd
of three or four I was standing with
But I might have spoke too loud
You could have heard a pin drop
Every head was turned my way
Across the room somebody yelled
“What did that jerk say?”
Then I was escorted
back to the front door
When they asked, my sister claimed
we’d never met before
Now I’m half way home and freezing
and man, my poor feet hurt
The very least they could have done
was let me keep the shirt

11/26/2008

Posted on 11/26/2008
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