Maybe I Jumped in the Wrong Ravine on the Charlie Sheen Publicity Machine
So, maybe I was wrong about the Charlie Sheen Publicity Machine.
Or, maybe I wasn’t, because in order to win, you have to get lean.
And what better way to get lean than to get away from the scene?
Now, maybe you expected this next line to rhyme, but I don’t have to play to your expectations.
Charlie doesn’t, does he?
Maybe I should apply to an internship with TeamSheen?
On that, would you be very keen?
Well, I don’t have a plan, but my name rhymes with plan, and who needs a plan when you can wing it better than Stan or Fran or “the Man”?
It all makes sense unless you are dense, and then you don’t deserve two pence, unless you’re mending the fence.
But who needs fences for all the past tenses when running with your tiger senses?
Not me, I say. And don’t you be feeding that tiger no hay, ’cause tigers eat meats and love chewy treats, but none of them like their curds and whey.
What do you say?
Anyway, I don’t know if get enough pay, which I’m thinking needs to be one hundred grand a month or three and half grand a day, which is somewhat negotiable, so long as I don’t stub my toe.
Two and half men,
Now, it’s a sin,
Old Charlie Sheen,
Screwin’ up a’gin!
(…and a’gin …and a’gin.)
I can honestly say that I’ve never watched a single episode of Sheen’s show. I also don’t watch much TV at all and I’ve seen far more of the pompous and erratic Mr. Sheen than I really ever wanted to. (and I think I’ll use what I’ve written here as part of post on Exit78…)
In a way, I think all of the media attention has contributed to his high profile proffessional self-destruction.
It’s almost too upsetting to watch anymore Sheen footage. He’s far past crazy. He’s going to die soon, if he doesn’t get the help he needs.
I got the job, thanks to my pal DCR !!!