Thursday, January 22, 2009

The Idiodessy

You wanted a muse of fire to ascend the very heaven of invention? You got him. Iowahawk has spoken.
Fair Obamacles, favored of the gods, ascends to Olympus
Amidst lusty tributes and the strumming lyres of Media;
Who is this man, so bronzed in countenance,
So skilled of TelePrompter, clean and articulate
Whose ears like a stately urn’s protrude?

We all may as well retire from blogging right now.

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