HIS 'SCEPTRE' ISN'T WORKING!
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.