Skip to comments.A Day in the Life of a Occupy Wall St. Participant
Posted on 12/14/2011 10:24:59 AM PST by notaliberal
couldn't have said it better myself
Reasonably well done and concise enough to be effective, he could have replaced the f bomb at the end with “filthy” and made it better and G rated.
This partial letter that was found written to an occupyers Mom tells what it was like.
Hello Muddah, dont you cry,
Here I am at Camp Oc-cu-py
Camp is very terrifying, Its full of garbage there is no denying.
I share a tent with Joe Rice. His head is now, full of Lice.
You remember my pal Stew. Hes still trying to find a place to take a poo.
All the Anarchist hate Code Pink, complain about, the way they stink.
And my friend Larry Michaels, reads to us each night from a book called Rules for Radicals.
Now I know how scary this is, but my tent mate has Hep-a-titis.
You remember my friend Jerry. Hes bent over with a case of Dysentery.
Take me home, oh Muddah wont you, Take me home, I miss your basement....
Thanks, Navy. That nips blog flogging at the root.
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