Protest Of The Nike Shoes
© Surazeus
2018 09 05
Ryan and Paul meet at the elevator
on their way back up to work after lunch.
Paul grins while finishing his soda drink.
"I see you bought new Nike tennis shoes.
They look out of place with your suit and tie.
You always wore leather dress shoes before."
Ryan grins and wiggles toes in his shoes.
"Apparently, wearing Nike tennis shoes
now means supporting the noble protest
against police shooting unarmed black people.
Since I protest such criminal behavior
I bought myself new pair of Nike shoes."
Paul laughs as they step in the elevator.
"How do we know those people police killed
were not committing crimes when they were caught?
If they were innocent of any crime,
why were they trying to escape the police?
As my uncle says, I think all lives matter."
Ryan frowns as they approach office floor.
"My brother always insists all lives matter,
but I told him that is just like the case
where one house is burning but people say
all houses matter, which ignores the problem
that this one house alone is now on fire."
Paul sneers as they step off the elevator.
"I never thought you were a fragile snowflake.
Our noble president and businessman
is making America great again
by getting rid of all those criminals
who infest our country like hungry rats."
Ryan shakes his head in bewilderment.
"We have progressed so far in eighty years,
making everyone equal with white males,
but now his minions want to drag us back
to those days when white males ruled everything.
Every person alive has equal rights."
Paul shakes his head in the lobby where posters
declare quaint platitudes of good behavior.
"The real criminal in America
is that ambitious woman urged by greed
and lust for power to cheat in the election.
So lock her up, lock her up, lock her up!"
Ryan chuckles and shakes his head amused.
"If he wants her to get locked up in prison
he would appoint her to his cabinet.
More members now in his administration
have been indicted for various crimes
than all others in the past thirty years."
Paul growls and clenches his fists in hot rage.
"All those journalists of the mainstream media
are conspiring to force him out of power
in plans funded by deep-state government
because he wants to make America
great again after the last president."
Ryan grins and finger-frames his own face.
"You mean he wants to make America
white again by putting white males in power.
We need journalists to present the truth
about actions and laws of politicians
to prevent the rise of fascist dictators."
Paul snarls, wanting to punch him the face,
but since he fears getting locked up in jail
he turns away with hard sneer on his lips,
then stalks fuming back to his cubicle
where he hangs posters supporting his views.
"When I get home I will burn Nike shoes."
Ryan sighs and sits in his cubicle.
"We must impeach this evil president
before he destroys our democracy.
I hope everyone now goes out to vote
for that is the legal way to make change.
That is my protest of the Nike shoes."
© Surazeus
2018 09 05
Ryan and Paul meet at the elevator
on their way back up to work after lunch.
Paul grins while finishing his soda drink.
"I see you bought new Nike tennis shoes.
They look out of place with your suit and tie.
You always wore leather dress shoes before."
Ryan grins and wiggles toes in his shoes.
"Apparently, wearing Nike tennis shoes
now means supporting the noble protest
against police shooting unarmed black people.
Since I protest such criminal behavior
I bought myself new pair of Nike shoes."
Paul laughs as they step in the elevator.
"How do we know those people police killed
were not committing crimes when they were caught?
If they were innocent of any crime,
why were they trying to escape the police?
As my uncle says, I think all lives matter."
Ryan frowns as they approach office floor.
"My brother always insists all lives matter,
but I told him that is just like the case
where one house is burning but people say
all houses matter, which ignores the problem
that this one house alone is now on fire."
Paul sneers as they step off the elevator.
"I never thought you were a fragile snowflake.
Our noble president and businessman
is making America great again
by getting rid of all those criminals
who infest our country like hungry rats."
Ryan shakes his head in bewilderment.
"We have progressed so far in eighty years,
making everyone equal with white males,
but now his minions want to drag us back
to those days when white males ruled everything.
Every person alive has equal rights."
Paul shakes his head in the lobby where posters
declare quaint platitudes of good behavior.
"The real criminal in America
is that ambitious woman urged by greed
and lust for power to cheat in the election.
So lock her up, lock her up, lock her up!"
Ryan chuckles and shakes his head amused.
"If he wants her to get locked up in prison
he would appoint her to his cabinet.
More members now in his administration
have been indicted for various crimes
than all others in the past thirty years."
Paul growls and clenches his fists in hot rage.
"All those journalists of the mainstream media
are conspiring to force him out of power
in plans funded by deep-state government
because he wants to make America
great again after the last president."
Ryan grins and finger-frames his own face.
"You mean he wants to make America
white again by putting white males in power.
We need journalists to present the truth
about actions and laws of politicians
to prevent the rise of fascist dictators."
Paul snarls, wanting to punch him the face,
but since he fears getting locked up in jail
he turns away with hard sneer on his lips,
then stalks fuming back to his cubicle
where he hangs posters supporting his views.
"When I get home I will burn Nike shoes."
Ryan sighs and sits in his cubicle.
"We must impeach this evil president
before he destroys our democracy.
I hope everyone now goes out to vote
for that is the legal way to make change.
That is my protest of the Nike shoes."
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