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HIS 'SCEPTRE' ISN'T WORKING! |
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by Tara Carreon
Read and hear "Condoleezza," a
ribald parody, by Charles Carreon Oh, great Mother, can you see my disgrace? The culprit facing you is guilty of treachery and murder, and profaning a temple, and is now a soldier without weapons. I don't know who caused me all this trouble. I just don't know ... I can't understand what's happened to me. I have to, have to, have to do it! I have to! I have to succeed! I have to succeed! Ascyltus, the great gods have cured me! Mercury has given me back my power. Farewell, Oenothea, generous Mother. |