A Day in the Life of a Occupy Wall St. Participant

Mr. Conservative ^ | Dec 13, 20011 | Mr. Conservative

[notaliberal]

couldn't have said it better myself

[Navy Patriot]

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.

[NavyCanDo]

This partial letter that was found written to an occupyers Mom tells what it was like.

Hello Muddah, don’t you cry,

Here I am at Camp Oc-cu-py

Camp is very terrifying, It’s 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. He’s 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. He’s bent over with a case of Dysentery.

Take me home, oh Muddah wont you, Take me home, I miss your basement....

[Mind-numbed Robot]

Thanks, Navy. That nips blog flogging at the root.