Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Short Poem on Political Journalism

Coups and wars, we love them so,
we'll oust defiers as we go.
Don't mind calling it a Spring.
(Cuz they hate being hot, you know.)

Other Party's a bunch of goofs.
Their campaigns are almost spoofs.
I learned to write that since I was
caught pushing war without 'nough proof.

Liar. I'm calling you a liar.
You're a writer and a liar.
"That country stinks, say the spy-ers,"
according to the writer-liars.

Tribal. We're all so tribal.
Prob'ly why we wrote the bible.
Blaming God for David's crimes,
since free will makes him a bit li'ble.

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