alittlepoison

Gee, eight, gee, what are we going to do guys? Should we erase world debt? There’s a load of protesting musicians? they’re telling us how we should spend our money? it’s OUR MONEY and I say fuck the musicians - how many lives could be saved if Mariah Carey invested in a brain transplant? And I just love these cuff links.

We’ve got Bob Geldoff on line one and he’s threatening to sing at us?

No, we must hold the whip over those African Aids ridden cunts? we can’t give them the taste of freedoms and dreams and Joeys-from-Friends-on-spin-off-series-liberties that make our nations great? they’ll just take it all for granted and take us all up the ass and infect us with their deadly Aids virus? it must be a continent of poofs.

Geldoff’s threatening to bombard us with wrinkling Madonna career crisis hell?

Let’s just put the word donation back into nation and fiddle with the sums like we do to the words and we’ll mumble about electric powered cars and healing the blind and get our own celebrities to support our cause: yes we will. There are so many that hear the word cause and cut out the you, change the e to an h and drift off into reveries.

Geldoff is negotiating: he’ll give us the goss on whether Bono is gay or not?

Right, I’ve done the calculations and to make the world safe and happy, bereft of war and sweet, lovely and poof-free aids empty perfect and holy and righteous and white and pure and perfect and perfect and perfect and just how we want it (always wanted it to be? plus? minus?) we just need to keep fucking the insignificants over.

We’ve hung up on Geldoff? we’ve hung up on Africa?

It’s perfect, we’re hung up on nothing? blissful wealth buys tinted windows and rose coloured wine glasses? what’s that sweetie? We’ve killed off the servants? Who’s gonna scrape the shit out of the shit pot now? You know that your diet of Class A drugs and wine and fine foods produces the most unbearable, neon tainted, shit!

The phone is ringing? let it go through to answer-phone? where’s the next summit?