The Plight of the Liberals
We wrote a poem:
An Empire complex—where to begin?
We can start with an epigram thorough and hearty.
Why are we stuck with this mess that we're in?
Bush's quagmire, Iraq; the liberals', the Democratic party.
posted by History Is A Weapon at 11:34 AM
2 Comments:
I hate to say it but the poem is as clunky as a democrat trying to explain global warming or human rights. Then again I like my poetry like my meat (before I became a vegetarian) bloody.
How about:
Empires stretch their limbs
Spreading brightly cross field and shore
Little succor to him who will strum no more
Missing a limb, nursing a pain of love that will return nevermore
Tim,
Your words may be effusive and dense,
But your poem really makes no sense.
While poetry's no piece of cake,
Flowery language does not truth make.
-DGUA
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