a Political Poem

By: Thers Wednesday January 19, 2011 8:01 pm

graphic: twolf
(An original Pome by Thersey Thyshhe Therssey. Ahem.)
I met a traveller from an online land,
Who said: “A vastly dickish pompous toad
Squats in the Senate…. On Sundays, with his hands,
Are pundits stroked: he blows, and is blown.
His wrinkled lip, and sneer of faux command,
Help him pander, and bullshit spread:
Shite like nukes aloft on balsa wings,
Painted schools, kids somehow not really dead.
And on the chyron, these words appear:
My name is Joezymandias, King (cough SENATOR cough) of Kings –
Look on my sags, ye bloggers, and despair!
But the primaries yet remain. Round the decay
Of that colossal Ass, lies boundless fail:
The lone Iraqi sands stretch far away.”
This is too good to not pass on.  If you wonder why we're picking on Joe Lieberman, just check out this interview. WMD? Sweetheart? FFS, what Thers said.

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