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Michael Bloomberg was awakened in an unfamiliar bed. Restraining bands were on his limbs and also on his head. “our sales are down across the board, our latest soda bombed.” “While our truckers want to rub you out, We insist you won’t be harmed.” “We are trying to convert you, There's no need to be alarmed.” For this most unwilling witness Coke's jingle was replayed, I cannot say how often, it went on for many days. He was forced to watch commercials, all in praise of soda pop. Big gulps were his nourishment, though he longed to make it stop. Then, when his brain was Cola washed And we finally set him free, Michael Bloomberg bought the world a Coke and sang in harmony.
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Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
Bloomberg's Nightmare
Michael Bloomberg was awakened in an unfamiliar bed. Restraining bands were on his limbs and also on his head. “our sales are down across the board, our latest soda bombed.” “While our truckers want to rub you out, We insist you won’t be harmed.” “We are trying to convert you, There's no need to be alarmed.” For this most unwilling witness Coke's jingle was replayed, I cannot say how often, it went on for many days. He was forced to watch commercials, all in praise of soda pop. Big gulps were his nourishment, though he longed to make it stop. Then, when his brain was Cola washed And we finally set him free, Michael Bloomberg bought the world a Coke and sang in harmony.
Michael Bloomberg, our former mayor, always knows what is best for you. Trust him.
john-f-mccullagh
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63/M/American
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
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