Monday, July 6, 2009

Dear John, Katrina*

Well, thanks for nothing Mother Fucker!
Since either you did a half-assed job of vetting,
Or your unique political calculus rendered this, into an enduring American blight,
I give you the Adios

I will probably not make the point in genteel society, but Katrina and Palin are part of your political legacy.

The Mariner, whose eye is bright,
Whose beard with age is hoar,
Is gone; and now the Wedding-Guest
Turned from the bridegroom's door.

That's the penultimate stanza of the Rime


*I am not referencing the B-day cake one here, but just the cupcake variety here.

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