PrintMay 29, 2007
Al Laughingstock (a poem)
Hear Me! Oh hear Me! Greenists of the fold!
I Alborus Gorus of man god well spun mold,
demand your minds prostrated to my every thought and word!
Your very thoughts held captive in my high fenced thought reserve.
To the forges of group think, I guideth thee,
with branch forges here and there, from sea to shining sea!
Your iron pensives I'll carbonize to strengthen zealot's zeal,
with my Bessemer the process of if-then forger's skill.
When the melding is completed, we'll address my greatest plight.
With my dynamis instilled, you'll have the will to fight.
Gather to my banner in phalanxic tight formations!
Smite capitalistic disbelief in all industrialized rich nations!
Prothesize my word with convenient well forged lies,
hold your aspis overhead when foe arrow freely flies.
Hold firm your longish pikes of Pascal's great wagered gambit,
or demigod Algore will allegorically god-damn it...
Uttt Ohhh, Uttt Ohhh, I've great problems in the ranks.
Audacious rebel foes have infiltrated flanks.
Turn phalanx, oh turn, please double quick your pace!
Too late for pikes and spears, unsheath your swords and mace!
What's this? What's this? Oh ye have little faith!
My pikers and truth smiters have fallen from the lathe!
The truth is told, my gig is up, they've shattered man god's mold!
I now go forth to that great night to wither with the old.
A lie twice told is still a lie, told a million still the same.
The truth unsheathed will render me
Al Laughingstock The Lame!!!
Tim Schieferecke
panderingpoliticos.com
