Storiesonline.net ------- Sympathy for Humanity by ElSol Copyright© 2004 by ElSol ------- Description: A song, a story, the ultimate politician (Christians beware!) Codes: MF mc ------- Author's Note: The MC Forum was having an MC and Song exhibition. I wanted to write a story, but the song did not fall within the exhibition rules. I wanted to work with John Smith's voice, as he will be in a future story, so I wrote it anyway. It is not up to my standards but I did not want to put TOO much time into it. It is a flash story and that's the only warning you are going to get. The Song: Sympathy for the Devil Artist: The Rolling Stones ------- Please allow me to introduce myself; it's not enough to know that I'm a man of wealth and taste. The money comes because I've been around for a long, long year; and the taste is more of the same. I stole many a man's soul and faith; those words are the only introduction you need to know my name. And I was around when Jesus Christ I stood naked before the windows that looked over a new Sodom smiling at the night sky. No star shone to welcome my triumphant return, but then again... no stars shone at all. I comforted a man when he had his moment of doubt and pain. He didn't know I caused them, but he was grateful just the same. He set my feet on the path as he stepped to the side of destiny never feeling my hands push him away. Made damn sure that Pilate I kissed his cheeks as he washed his hands and sealed his fate; sealed the fate of everyone he was trying to save. His lips were the first to name me 'Savior'. His savior, their savior, your savior. Pleased to meet you Hope you guess my name But what's puzzling you All the politicians asked the wrong question; what is the nature of my game? I stuck around St. Petersburg The words distracted them. "I'm a simple man, fond of drink and leisure. Unlike my opponents, I regret the day when I saw it was a time for a change. A change for you, and me." The Russian revolutionaries killed the czar and his ministers; I made the would-be king kneel, and tell the truth about his court. The reporters whispered our words to every ear and no one noticed there were no secrets to tell about me. I invented deception, but the children did me one better by learning to lie to themselves. No father has ever been more proud. Anastasia screamed in vain The arms of the would-be king's wife moved around my waist. The horn between my legs rose majestically. Her hands grasped it and she turned to me. Her blue eyes worshipped me as she knelt to take me into her mouth. The king's daughters stood behind their mother watching her perform her duty, wishing it were them. The youngest sat on the other side of the room waiting for the day she could sacrifice her purity. I rode a tank Held a general's rank When the blitzkrieg raged, nobody fought back. Pedophile, murder, adulterer, thief, gambler, liar; they found the Throne and let the truth set them free. 'And the bodies stank!' shouted the town criers while I watched with glee. I raised the evildoers up on pillars that crumbled at my command. They went willingly to their fate; some even believing that finally they had done the right thing. The interviews came after that; people wanted more of me. "While your kings and queens fought for ten decades, as the people slaved for the gods they made, who cared for the children?" I asked. I called the politicians kings and queens so people would think choosing me was choosing not to be sheep. I talked of gods and slavery because I had put the words God and slavery together first. Sympathy for the children was really sympathy for the adults. I will change diapers; I will get up in the early morning when they cry; I will bandage their hurts and wipe their tears; I will raise the babies. I will think of tomorrow as you continue to live for today. I shouted out, "Who killed the Kennedys?" I asked the interviewer. "Where are the days when people could trust a politician? Why is accountability a curse and re-election the goal; when after all it was you and me that elected them?" Let me please introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste "Where IS our honest day's work?" they whispered to themselves when my train rolled into town. People like to think they are the boss; the ones that make the decisions. I taught them that too. And I laid traps for troubadours No man is without sin, nor should he be. "Womanizer!" the middle-aged female interviewer accused. I smiled and shook my head sadly. "You don't deny that you spent most of your time before politics carousing from woman to woman?" she asked with the slightest bit of awe in her voice. "I've searched for a good one woman in bad places, because I've found bad women in good ones," I whispered sorrowfully. "I'm not a married man, or one that thinks love is going to find him without turning over some rocks." "And none of those women were good enough?" she asked with disdain it was obvious she was struggling to produce. "Luckily, no," I said looking off stage. "They were not." The camera panned to the would-be king's youngest daughter; blonde hair, a beautiful face, and blue eyes that shone with love as they touched me. Innocence was her name and it projected from her. The interviewer smiled and the audience knew why. Innocence could only love a good man. "Rake!" the interviewer said to me with a wide smile. It was the perfect word, and one I had whispered as Innocence placed my hard cock against the interviewer's virgin asshole. She howled in pleasure as I fucked into her and begged me to take her harder. I can teach old bitches new tricks. Who get killed before they reached bombay "Take your clothes off!" I said harshly to the king's older daughters. They were naked and on their knees beside their mother in seconds. Three pairs of hands caressed me. "Do we have time for this?" Innocence asked me. "I have time for everything," I replied. The oldest daughter turned around and presented. I grabbed her hips and plundered her deeply in one stroke. "When will it be my turn?" Innocence asked for the thousandth time. "Soon!" I said as I pulled back and slammed into her sister. Weddings make wonderful distractions; especially when a beautiful princess is the bride in white. "When will it be my turn?" her mother and other sister whispered together. "Sooner!" Just as every cop is a criminal They came to me after 'Rake' became a compliment. They knelt giving homage and offering tribute. The question was obvious in each of their eyes. What would it take to feed at my trough? Some I sacrificed to show the world the hard healing necessary to be rid of corruption; and teaching the ones I left untouched not to disappoint me. And all the sinners saints Then came the enjoyable part. It's easy to make a politician call you 'Savior', but making the people believe takes work. It's the little things that accomplish it. The heart of the land fell by the empty virtue of their faith. I can quote the Bible: book, chapter, verse, psalm, and make you believe it says 'Hate thy neighbor!' They screamed my name and slogan believing with each breath I was the way to a purity found only in the Promised Land. The land, I promised them. The cities fell without a struggle; their airs of arrogance and conceit were, after all, of my own creation. They smiled knowingly at me in the halls. As heads is tails, they believed my words to others were just words while the ones I spoke to them were truth. As if I have ever spoken a word of truth that was not a lie. Just call me Lucifer The political parties came to me. They demanded that I choose between them; to see who could hope and who would have to try to tear me down. In their eyes was the thought that by choosing one I would be in their debt. They could help candidates reach so many people. Debt is an agreement between the wealthy and the poor to give those with money more of it. I strung them along while they offered me more and gave me freely what I really needed. They danced to my tune and hesitated to assault me in case I chose them. There were a few truth-sayers among them who did not bow to me. 'Cause I'm in need of some restraint' was what how they justified their attacks. I had no agenda that could be discerned; I came from nowhere to rise like a meteor. People believed where they had no hope before I spoke. Those that never believed in anything warned about me. They screamed the truth and were taken for the basest of liars. So if you meet me "Have some courtesy, mother," Innocence chided. "He'll get to you soon enough." Her mother was nipping at my hips insistently. The oldest daughter screamed as I fucked her hard and screamed even louder when I pulled out. The other daughter took me in her mouth and washed my cock clean of her sister. "Have some sympathy and some taste, love," Innocence begged me. She wanted the sympathy owed a virgin for her sacrifice, and the taste was a tease asking me to share. I pushed the sisters towards Innocence. They knew their role and opened her thighs to bring my chosen pleasure. Use all your well-learned politesse I chose a party; they gave me flowers and praise while adding me to their machine. The other party began their attacks but it was too late. I answered the bitterness with politeness, and their issue stances with distractions. People were fascinated with the man who stepped aside for me. He gave interviews and in his eyes they saw the conviction of faith. He believed in me; in the future, he thought I sought to bring. He was the happy father of a daughter who chose a man he thought was right for her. I was good enough for his little girl, why not his country? Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah "Tell me baby," I growled as I entered Innocence's mother. "What's my name?" "John Smith," she cried as I hit bottom. "John Smith!" Tell me honey, can ya guess my name "Tell me baby, what's my name?" I asked as Innocence licked her mother's pleasure from my cock. Virginity is about blood, not virtue; I know... I defined it. The three women chanted the name the Throne's Bastard stole from me. "Star of the Morning!" "Star of the Morning!" "Star of the Morning!" I tell you one time, you're to blame, I stood below the stage waiting for them to raise my platform. The exultation of believers battered me, and I could not help laughing. I took away the parties' stances and made them mediocre. It was enough now to see that I believed in something. They would pick me because I believed in something. Me. Oh, yeah, what's my name, They chanted my name as the platform was raised. "John Smith!" "John Smith!" "John Smith!" A crescendo louder than any prayer ever offered the Throne. Tell me, baby, what's my name I stood before the curtain and with the lights behind me. To the audience, I appeared thirty-feet tall. They worshiped my image. Their chants grew louder, and louder. Frantically, they cast their voices at me, hoping that I would hear them. I did; I do; I hear every one of you. You brought me here. Tell me, sweetie, what's my name I raised my hands and the silence was deafening. Expectation ruled as they waited for their savior to appear. The curtains rose and the voice of the man who would have been king shouted out. "Ladies and Gentleman, the NEXT President of the United States, John Smith!" "Ooh, who," I sang to myself. "Ooh, who." ------- The End ------- Posted: 2004-09-07 ------- http://storiesonline.net/ -------