Oh ketchup I adore you so.
Your little yellow polka dot dress and Sally Jesse Raphael frames accessorize your long red hair and porcelain skin so cute.
You are the anti-heroine of the noble cause – Occupy Wall Street. Ketchup, I declare you the protest’s poster girl.
You inspire me to once again live the ideals of my youth. Once I chained myself to train tracks to “Stop the Nukes!” Now I want to be there by your side vomiting from pepper spray as they take us away into history. I want to stand with the 99%.
I wiggle my fingers above my head for you Ketchup.
Consensus has been reached… I want to be your friend on Facebook.
But Ketchup on my eggs, what of you? I’ve sought you in vain on Facebook.
I shall journey to New York and add my voice to the throng.
I shall seek you on Wall St.