Friday, July 13, 2007

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.


Blogger Tim said...

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

1:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


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.


5:16 AM  

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