Obama tries to approach McCain,
but as he does, McCain looks down
at his Ferragamo shoes & snarls:
“Shine? Don’t need no shine, boy!”
Obama answers: ”Yassuh, Mr. Boss,
Don’t mean no harm, Mr. Boss!”
They both break out into a cold sweat:
“We can do this ourselves,” they say,
as the stage director of Sat. Nite Live
moves off camera-left silently as
the band of the night breaks into
“Chattanooga Choo-Choo” as set-up.
“Mr. Boss, you be needin’ a shine?”
“Damn right I do, Boy, dark black.”
A tite brite spot hits McCain’s face.
(07OCT 08, Santa Clara CA)v1
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Tuesday, October 7, 2008
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