March 22, 2004

Hiatus Interruptus

JohnKerryVille

Nibblin' on cheesesteak,
With Swiss
for Pete's sake,
Protestors screaming, "No blood for oil."
Strummin' my six string,
On my own jet, schwing!
Mental shrimps, they're beginning to spoil.

Wasted away again listening to James Carville,
Searching for my lost sense of gestalt.
Some people claim that I've got no sense of shame,
But I know, it's all George Bush's fault.

Here's a campaign bomb!
I served in Vietnam,
Committing atrocities, but just a few.
My wife's a rich beauty,
A Portuguese cutie.
Wonder if Mahathir knows I'm a Jew?

Wasted away again prostrate 'fore Bill and Hill,
Searching for my lost sense of gestalt.
Some people claim there's always George Bush to blame,
Now I think, hell it could be my fault.

Tried out my flip flops,
Fell and blew my top,
At my private ski slope back home.
But there's booze in the blender,
So Teddy can render,
The spin with Tim Russert that helps me hang on.

Wasted away again here in JohnKerryVille,
Searching for my lost sense of gestalt.
Some people claim I'll lose 'cause my campaign's lame,
And I know, it's my own damn fault.

Posted by Charles Austin at March 22, 2004 07:03 PM
Comments

Laughing my ass off!!!!

Posted by: Michael Knudson at 03:26 PM

Yeesh! All those links...you're worse than Allah!

Funny, though.

Posted by: The Sanity Inspector at 04:54 PM

Brilliant!
Not exactly funny - but anyone's got to admire the sheer poetical prowess.

Posted by: TimT at 06:19 AM