We have to kill them the President said because they are killing us before we can kill them.
In that case said the other president, why don’t we kill them yesterday, in which case their children won’t have a chance to grow up.
We tried that before said the President, but their children were carrying jelly beans which spilled on the floor and made a mess difficult to clean up. They trampled them so.
What color were the jelly beans asked the reporter.
You know — the President said, his head turning bright red with rage. It is the color of stop signs.
Then why didn’t you stop said the other president.
There you have it, said the President, the jelly beans were delicious!
That’s probably against the law said the giant media head. Her television was full of eyes and ears.
There were many people underfoot clamoring to be heard but their voices added up to a whisper so they could hardly be seen.
POEM: 'The Necessary Killings'