All Too Real

I got an invitation to set up instant message through Yahoo.

I didn't think you even had a Yahoo account.

Then I thought perhaps you have an evil virus on your computer that accessed your address book.

Or better still, someone who is masquerading as you was out doing things like shopping.

For overpriced little stuffed fuzzy bunnies that are usually give away when you buy something big and new at an appliance store.

But the bill was for thousands and thousands of them.

And they were sent to all the leaders of the free and not so free nations of the world.

It made an impact.

They set aside their petty rivalries and came together in peace and harmony.

Then you would win the Nobel Peace prize.

Along with the cash that comes with it.

Which you invested into my bid for Senator.

That made the difference and I was elected.

And I submitted a bill to change the law of the land.

It passed.

So the tax on stuffed bunnies skyrocketed.

Which filled people with anger.

So they blamed you for this because everyone knows, you can't do anything about Congress.

After all, we elected them.

So they poured Clorox on your lawn.

Put burning bags of dog poop at your door, then rang the doorbell and ran away.

You promised yourself then and there.

That you would get even with me

No matter how long it took.

You would get even.

But you forgot in a week, that is the nature of our current complex living situations.

The dream turned into a nightmare of the real.

Which you wrote about.

And the book was a best seller.

And you got back every penny that you spend on me.

So your ire was slated.

You even sent me a bunny, and at the now obscenely inflated price.

Because when you can afford an affront, you can forget about fairness to others.  It comes from the comfort of plenty of cash.

Then, the world markets turned towards the better.

Everyone, everywhere, got good paying jobs; with all-inclusive medical benefits.

Everyone lost interest in talking about gays and abortions.

Then the terrorism stopped.

The entire country, nay, THE WORLD, started singing the famous coke song.

Everyone....everywhere...it was then you realized.

This was just a runaway fantasy.

That really, none of this happen, well besides someone hacking into your bank account and spending every dime you had.

Somewhere in a casino.

In Barbados.

The bank was not going to reimburse you.

Due to their boatload of cash lost on that FACEBOOK IPO offer last week.

Or was it their concerns over Greece? Or Spain?

Anyway, someone has to pay.

Sure enough, it was not going to be any individual US Congressman.

That much was, unfortunately,

All too real.