Business Man--B'dn-man

   
   "Business Man--B'dn-man"
  
   Of course Rh negatives are mutants, but the mighty Wolverine lives--and with Canadian government implants.  I'm a fruitcake, but Saint Joan of Arc and Saint Francis--this is not thousands of years ago, but a few centuries before our time, and they have witnessed score cards; thus, get in line with the Virgin, even if She caused a Great, Cleansing Flood.
   He's a fox.  Or like General Grant--a coyote, second only unto the Great Spirit.  Protestantism was founded on gastrointestinal issues and a singular verse, though the Spirit takes Christ up onto the mountain--Matthew 4:4, and the adder quotes scripture, malignantly--yes, the scripture can be used for iniquitous purposes, but the Living Word says:  "Man lives not on bread alone, but on every word breathed from the mouth of God."  It's ambiguous, but DUDE--know the fundamentals, and all is cool.
   He tells my doctors that they're not physicians.  That the Cowboys never won a Super Bowl.  That you're the problem, cause a man saves his son on the Sabbath as the boy has fallen into a well of water that you need to drink, but we all drink the Kool-Aid, cause people that like artificial sweeteners have the worst relationships with food.  And it doesn't even matter--if you make yourself like Peter Pan, boasting against a Captain who died of jock itch, and you count your money, laughing all the way to the bank, and internal ingestion, like Jabba knew, as did Dante, and Saint Peter sincerely complains:  "We've given up everything--what's in it for us?"  While the Eagle, Saint John laughs, knowing only exile, as he took care of the Mother, and law school teaches you how to lie, not justice like Saint Uriel, but false testimony to win, because America has forgotten the seed it sowed, and Franklin was a hippie, having no Adams-like law school and a crazy cousin; hence, an autodidact-directive towards making Independent Films; plus, Toilet of the Dead, a Japanese flick, really frightens me, but as old Jack Burton says:  "What the hell."
   There's enough money in America, though approximately 19 trillion in supposed debt, that EVERYONE should be covered.  Health Care for the Minute Men, and trust me--I know, you don't want to be sick.  Pray you're never sick.  Cause if you are; next, we'll see how tough your ass thinks it is after you shit blood for near 20 years straight.