Bringing hurt and with the Pain
All is good when you're not quite sane
On the McCaign! On the McCaign!
Empty sound bytes crown the reign,
But he's a maverick, he proclain'
On the McCaign! On the McCaign!
"A great depression" she'll not feign
For down to earth is the Lady Pain,
On the McCaign! On the McCaign!
Beware the slimy smell of stain,
Emanating from lies so lucidly plain,
From the McCaign! From the McCaign!
Recall the campaign reforming train?
Now he and lobbyists are the twain
Along the McCaign! Along the McCaign!
Now does this rhyme hurt the brain?
I apologize, but get used to the bane,
If the McCaign! If the McCaign!
For every time the poll shows a gain,
I wish I could have shot that crane,
Carrying the McCaign! Carrying the McCaign!
I'm sorry if you don't see this plain,
Some minds are not built for such strain,
Support the McCaign? Support the McCaign?
For tell me now, you in the main,
If you're not ignorant, please explain,
How I, a student, cry society's rain,
Cannot help to experience such great pain,
To think, and hear, such constant chow-mein,
And wonder, wonder, how one can now attain,
The seat that is supposed to be of the highest terrain,
With fast-food packaging lies like cocaine,
Instead of issues, emotions now reign,
In fact, they're the only reason I can ascertain,
How one could think of the Vice President Pain,
Because, please, please, please, explain,
Please calm down my pulsing vein,
And tell me how that nomination ain't profane,
Ain't the packaged product of the great McCaign!
Because I'm sorry to my friends and parents,
Attached to the good ole' Bald and Pain,
I'm sorry to my friends and parents,
Whose faithful fans they still remain,
I'm sorry to my friends and parents,
Who have left reality to fly that plane,
I'm sorry to all who I've offended,
But intelligent thought just ain't your domain.
I know this poem will not convince,
But each negative ad just makes me wince,
And I know this isn't full of positive thought
But have you seen the interviews the Pain has wrought?
And now he says he's going to suspend his McCaign,
To focus all of his energy on a problem that will remain,
Instead of going in front of 60+ million Americans to explain,
How, in hell, 700-billion dollars the government will obtain?
But, you know, this emotional ploy is more of the same…
What else to expect from the machine called McCaign…
So I appeal to you,
Please keep me sane,
Precious hope I’d like remain,
For on November 4th, I’ll maintain,
He is not Able! He is McCain!
So please, may I not write in vain,
Ask yourself:
More of the same?
The choice is easy, the choice is plain,
Please do not vote
For the McCain and Pain.
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3 comments:
"Intelligent thought just ain't your domain?" You can't be serious, Peyton.
Well the line is:
"I'm sorry to those that I've offended/ But intelligent though just ain't your domain"
Am trying to be a little witty? Absolutely! You will note that I'm apologizing during the whole stanza, but in reality I'm sticking it to my opposition.
As for me being serious: note that this poem is against "McCaign" and the "Pain". I am very serious in that I think McCain's campaign is just a fast-food-like packaged campaign of fear/emotional politics that I've seen in previous elections (and I'm sick of). I'm also serious in that I don't believe Palin is qualified for the Presidency. I have posted more serious comments on Matt's blog... I don't think this poem is intellectual, nor should one vote based on this poem... and, to be clear, I think that Republicans like yourself are well within the "intelligent domain"... however, I am very upset with those two things: both Palin's interviews/qualifications and the garbage from the McCain campaign... and you have posted on Matt's blog that both campaigns are guilty of the crap... but I think most would agree that McCain's campaign has been particularly nasty and has appealed to emotions (sometimes at the lowest level) instead of issues. So yeah, am I serious? I like to sometimes think my art is the place where the serious and the absurd meet...
In conclusion, is this poem an appeal to one's emotions? Absolutely! But it's just a poem... it's my poem... I would hope a candidate would not endorse such a thing... and I always invite intellectual discussion-- though Matt's blog is maybe better for that (at least as far as these politics are concerned). Thanks for the comment though! If it makes you feel better, my readership is like 5 people... so it's not like this has any impact... just helps me to vent.
You're welcome to write whatever you'd like and my reaction needn't matter at all.
There are plenty of things I admire about Obama, for example, but that doesn't mean that I think he's going to make a good President.
I guess my point is just to ask you to respect the fact that I'm choosing McCain over Obama not because I buy into the McCain campaign heart-and-soul but rather because I've made an intelligent, informed decision between two alternatives.
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