Monday, October 20, 2008

When Alec mistook your name,
my laughter was laced with shame.

From snarky comedians

to desperate republicans,

you're the pawn in a cynical game.

Voices from Main Street:

The Rumplemiss:

The shouts of the flock she condones,

while presiding atop her throne,

sowing the conflict of class

from a house of glass,

while the congregation throws the stones.


There once was a beauty queen mayor

who unblinkingly took McCain's dare.

She entered the race

crying "God bless the base!"

but America needs more than a prayer.

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