inspired me in sloganeer thinking
so proles are induced
to learn the new Truth:
We're just floating downward, not sinking.
My slogan for Two-Thousand-Twelve:
Retain me in Two-Thousand-Twelve
to stay on the course.
The reason, of course:
At hole-in-one shots I excel.
Since some who may suffer the stricture
of reading this text with no picture,
these stanzas in green
will help them conceive
the type of the hole in the picture.
So words must describe what's unseen
by those without sight of the scene:
The hole, which is wide
and deep, is beside
the cliff at the edge of the Green.
Like prole-friendly Cubes which avail
a challenge at which none can fail,
the size of the hole
assures me, I'm told,
my hole-in-one shot cannot fail.
You fear that the hole-in-one costs
from so many balls being lost
perfecting my score
would make us all poor--
Fear not, 'cause you'll find they're not lost.
You'll learn when you go where you're told
to bottom-most parts of the hole
to play in a sequel
where all will be equal
in putting around in the hole.
Such sequel is fair, is it not?
'Cause all can then shoot for the top.
Such fairness will be
that none will succeed
in that at which others cannot.
Your urge to pass others will stop
on learning that none reach the top,
and soon you will be
content to believe
the bottom's the same as the top.
JíbaroSounds like CRACK IN ONE to me.
Did you forget that I quit smoking?