Morena

On this day when kids go trick or treat,
I write of a woman both kind and sweet
Whose smile could make the Boogeyman hide
As it reveals all the goodness she has inside.

On this day, on all Hallows eve,
I write of a woman who makes me believe
That kindness can arrive each and every day
Even if she’s just there to take my trash away.

Oh Morena! How I want to tell you:
That it’s good people like you that make me smile
How the world can seem so dark and blue
But that smiles like yours can extend for miles.

Oh Morena! How wonderful you are,
How your good humor extends so infinitely far!
How the couple of minutes we say “hi” every day
Are just enough for my own smile to stay.

Really, Morena, just think how lucky you be!
To be born on a day when you get free candy
And, for my own sake, just think how lucky I be,
To know one whose kindness nourishes like the sea.

Morena, truthfully, I have seen all sorts,
Have seen the grumps and those with warts,
Have seen the proud and seen the greedy
Have fed the needy and helped the seedy,

But you, Morena, are the essence of good,
Even if I exaggerate, you know I should,
Because you are what’s called a helping hand,
You always smile because you understand

That life is what we tend to make it
And each day you remind me bit by bit
With how you smile and approach my wit
That a more pleasant person I may never writ

So when most say “Boo!”
I say “Happy Birthday!”
‘Cause though this affection is nothing new,
Your presence shines like a living sunray,
And today I owe God a big “Thank You”.

By Day He Lies

By day He lies.
Dormant, eyes affixed on a box.
His eyes open, though He sleeps
Appendant to His box.

And as the sun strolls in the sky
Birdies quack, plants reach; armadillos eat
And smell. Orange, green, flowers or snow.
By day He lies. Dark. Stiff. Clothed. Waiting.
Eyes affixed upon His box.

By twilight He does His sit-up
Dresses suave; gels up His face.
Disguises His wrinkles, darkens grayed hair.
Whitening strips to clear the stains.

The day is an exercise
A program set by God
Punishment for His luxury
Cathartic slabs of wood and nails.

To Night, for Him vital
Dances with shadows; will not show His face.
He necks girls and boys,
Known for his impeccable style and grace.

And though most would call Him 'Evil
With ease He seduces and rapes
Thief of souls, puppeteer of love
Company He values most.
Can you blame?

Truly He is not Evil
Not Evil
At least, No more than You or I
A sentimental sole who brings a bag
Of dirt from home wherever He roam.

And blame that stroke
Her. Her, that love that drove through his heart
Dismembered, decapitated and burned.
An Accident of Fortune.
All He touches, Depend on He and He alone.

For one dawn may He break the rule.
And punch through Laws, that Tomb.
For who is He to set a schedule.
To hide the sun,
What is this faith?
And dare to look Him in the face.
Death may be. But a day's too important
Waste your life on myth and legend?

Dance For Joy (AM-B&H)

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and dance for play
Dance for the joy of today

Dance for love
and dance for gays
Dance for the love of the day

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Join your neighbor on the floor
Let's come and dance the night away
Let's dance as we sing this song!

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Dance for the love of the day

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For the Perfect Princess

Dear Sister Samantha,
You are the bestest
The perfect princess
The bomb diggity bestest
The better than all the restest!
In short, you are a tidget
A beached beluga, a baked eggplant,
Sister to "El Stupido", a coffee and sushi addict
With eyes like the infinite beauty of the sky.

I love you sister, not just because you're my sister
But because you make me laugh, you make me smile.
You're the person I call, and want to call, the most.
Because of your positive energy, your ability to be silly
And because not just our parting words,
But every word, is a salutation of love.
If my heart were a magical kingdom, and maybe it is,
You'd be the reigning princess.

Maybe one day, I'll be rich enough to buy you a Mercedes
But until then you'll just have to ride the love of
Patch-esy, Trubs, and of course, your brother,
Because you are my favorite person
(tied with the lil' uno)
And everything you do, from your crazy sense of humor
To your always generous and caring heart
Makes that wave bigger and bigger
So that I'm overflowing with love
For you and for all the good people like you
(Though there's nobody as Samtastic)

Sister Sam,
You be my "MIP", and
if I were a cat,
I'd say you're Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrfect
(like a masculine Michelle Pfeiffer)
Love ya!

The horribly sad emoticon

Was she brown haired or 'twas she blonde?
The horribly sad emoticon!
:-(
Were those brown eyes make you blue?
The horribly sad emoticon!
:-(
Did her name start with a Z or a Q?
The horribly sad emoticon!
:-(
Why do your words turn oh so yellow?
The horribly sad emoticon!
:-(

:-)

Oh, how I love my little sister,
Who with a laugh yells "Wake up, Mister!"

Love sonnet

For all of my great and mighty wisdom
When it comes to what I know of the lass
Wrap those thoughts nicely and address to "dumb"
For I'm twenty five and still made of glass
Less like a scholar and more like an ass
You know, I get myself so excited
Thinking, is it now time to make a pass?
Should've realized no greater fool's been sighted
That the words written by this here blighter
Oyyyy! And yet there's no blame to go around
Nothing so true as what I did write her
She's beautiful, and I'm still pound to pound
Weighing-in with all the "stuff" that matters,
But, tonight, that ain't gonna stop me from,
You know,
Banging my head against this here wall.

To show interest in a friend...

The question of whether one should show interest in a friend
Has been answered with brutal force and alarm,
For to those thinking about it: this warning I send,
Know in your heart (oh, to hell with the heart)
Examine the risks and rewards...
Because, if you're wrong, "weirdness" may well descend
And a promising friendship may have come to an end.

The dude's curse

Now and then, I realize all over again,
How I'll never understand a woman
And though I've been in her position before
And though I know it's to be expected
Still, it really does hurt to be rejected.

Fortune cookie

For as my last word is writ and I begin to tire
I think back on these past few months
And how I've been happy and inspired
But I also think of that cracked fortune cookie
"Meaning is found when freed from all desires"
Damn it! I've been wrapped in the wrong kind of cookie.

Happy Birthday Poem

What is my favorite day of the year?
Well, let's see if you could ever have guessed
Let's start with the confetti of New Years
And then we'll work our way down to the best
Sure, I love the ball-drop on New Years Day
And the family and candy on Easter
Sure, I marvel at July 4th's array
And T-Day when there's no greater feaster
Sure, I love to dress up and trick or treat
And my b-day when I'm pampered and best
But even Christmas must take a backseat
As this day is better than all of the rest
For let me provide you with one final clue:
No day is as great as the day I met you.

Pure imagination

To see the unique and infinite variations of life, I am struck by how much imagination went into this world: fish with the most beautiful array of colors and shapes I’ve ever seen, plants that look like butterflies, fish that swim like snakes, plants that eat flies, a whole host of interesting mammals, some that swim, others that hop, others that crawl, up above birds with bright feathers, and others with hooked snouts, sharks that look like guitars, whales that weigh several tons gliding effortlessly through water, and even the tiny little insects, often overlooked, and often feared, but each with its own beauty, color, eccentricity, and purpose. When I first wanted to write this poem, I wanted to each day just find another beautiful, unique creature, and write about how phenomenal, how inspiring each and every one is. But, my words, though I enjoy writing them, wouldn’t be enough…to see just a tiny bit of the infinite beauty in nature, is to put all of my words, all of the art I have ever seen, all of humanity’s creation, to complete shame. Truly, when you look into a human being’s face, if you don’t see something that is so uniquely unique, interesting, and phenomenal, you’re missing out. If you look into the sky, and don’t realize each day the clouds change forms from albino sea lions, to marshmallow explosions, to vast glades of snow, then you’re missing out. If you’ve never looked at your palms and seen the complexity of all of the little lines swerving unto and over each other, and compared them to the lines in each of the trees just outside your door, then you’re missing what is so beautiful about life. Because no matter how much I write, I could never come close to describing how truly amazing, infinite, and beautiful the world around us is. And some say evolution is what created this, and science pushes towards this infinite beauty, but whatever it is, I am left with the tremulous weight in my gut, with the overwhelming inspiration racing free through my mind, that God has one heck of an imagination; and though I will never be able to even come close to matching it, when I practice imagination I feel I am coming closest to imitating the infinite beauty of God, and all that’s great, beautiful, true, real, and beautiful throughout life.

Why can't we combine the two?

From above, I see houses like legos, little dots running in lines, and either expanses of green or drifting seas of white… I look above and across and there’s infinite blue, and I mean infinite blue. My eye looks into it, and it sails away forever. How can one look into the sky and not believe everything is possible? How can one experience infinite beauty and not believe in God? What is space, but the proof that the infinite is our reality?

It is amazing what we are capable of. I am sitting in a steel vessel flying above an earth that is in constant motion. Within my pocket, lies a device that can instantaneously connect me with almost anyone in the world. My pants are made in Mexico, my shirt from China. Within my other pocket, a device that can instantaneously connect me, and fill my spirit, with the genius of Mozart, Miles Davis, the Beatles, and in front of me, a portable computer, that when connected, can connect me to the emotions of millions of people as well as the largest library ever known. Not too long ago, many would have considered this heaven. All of it, proof that human creativity is both boundless and endless. But even beyond this awe, is the awe I have felt from a friend who said she loved me, from the daily conversations with my sisters, to the difficult battle with the contagion of tears: this too, has left me in awe. And if we combine the two: man’s amazing ability to make the impossible possible, with the love found within us all: who is to say that a peaceful, loving world is impossible? If our creativity can make bombs, why can’t it, and I mean this seriously, why can’t it, make love? What is more essential and fundamental to human beings than imagination and love, and why, as a society of brothers and sisters, can’t we combine the two?

The fog

I stand alone
Looking into the infinite sky
But all I see is fog
And I know the infinite is still there
It’s just that it’s difficult to see.

Cross of love

Some of the times when I write on paper
I cross my “l’s”
I have no idea why I do this
But maybe this mistake is fitting
As there may be no greater symbol of love

Rushes of blood

The feeling of blood accumulating on my forehead, a momentary chill, and then it rushes into my cranium, each blood cell tightening, ossifying and bursting every nerve, a mind collapsing into itself as a ruddy, frozen, brain, rushes down causing a ruddy, ashamed face, as the sky is gone, the mind an imploded land slide, the sky is gone, paranoia surrounds, as nothing surrounds, the imaginary and real are one, with fear reigning high with shame all over.
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The feeling of blood rushing into my head and then evaporating into everything so that my mind is free and chills flow up my forehead, fill my free head, which feels as though it has evaporated to be one with the sky, that is when I am light, my mind is free, and I shiver with joy, as my mind is one with the sky, the chills have started down my body, down my spine, and I am overwhelmed with the energy of feeling a mind physically, emotionally, spiritually one with everything above and around me: this is inspiration.

To be within and without

I am trapped inside a series of rotating images of what’s happened and what I want to happen; to escape it seems impossible; my mind is the string to that yo-yo; and I can’t help a mind noisily crowded with despair: this is how I feel when I’m within.
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I look into the blue and the infinite chills my skin; the senses I receive are the scents, colors, beauty, and air of life; I breathe in and the air shares with me its peace: this is how I feel when I’m without.

Halloween Sestina

This is a story about, by, and for a Ware-Wolf
And if the play-on-words hasn’t struck you yet you’re a Halloween-
Y, itsy, bitsy, yellow, polka-dotted Mummy
And about as smart as the guy called Frankenstein
In the movies, which is to say you’re no Dracula
And may as well be dead.

Nonetheless, this is my story of the dead
And it starts with the horny Ware-Wolf
Who boned the girlfriend of Dracula
Because dress-up is easy on Halloween
And she was about as smart as Frankenstein
In the movies, but came alive like the Mummy.

In fact, Dracula’s girlfriend was a Mummy
One of the vampire’s negatives of being dead
Was that he couldn’t use his Frankenstein
And so when touched by the Ware-wolf
She came alive with a “Halloween!”
Which did not please grumpy Dracula.

Oh, why the grumpy Dracula?
It had to do with his Mummy.
You see, he knew on Halloween
That a woman is far more amicable when dead
But no, he couldn’t blame the Ware-Wolf
Who, as a mortal, couldn’t control his Frankenstein

But then came along the real (not penis) Frankenstein
Who had once been attempted to be killed by Dracula
But he didn’t have blood like a Ware-Wolf
His anatomy was more like that of a Mummy
So as revenge, with a wooden stake he caused Dracula to be dead
With all the force of a pretentious poetic form about Halloween.

And so, what really happened on Halloween
Was that the inhuman Frankenstein
Was responsible for Dracula being dead
But then he felt really sorry for Dracula
And wrapped him up like a Mummy
To go and seek the Ware-Wolf

For on the night of Halloween, the immortal Dracula
Was killed by the inhuman Frankenstein, but turned into a Mummy
To be brought back from the dead, by the horny, bi-sexual, bi-vital, Ware-Wolf.

The human creature

Tell me, what defines the human creature
What is the hubris found within its views
Are knowledge and truth within its nature?
The way it eagerly gathers up news.
But no! This is not what the creature cares!
For there's nothing the creature values first
As the first view the creature chose to wear
How only that first view will soothe its thirst
For all day you could go stammer and curse
And sing the heavens with truth's precious song
But it will not hear as nothing is worse
To the creature as that of being wrong
For it will gather all that prove it right
So let them die; pray what remains is light.

The anger continues...

No matter how passionate or angry
I speak the truth of the matter is that
We don't listen to the ones we care about
The most if it interferes with our pride.

The lonely nightingale

Most I know will speak what they think is true
Do the birds in the trees echo our noise?
And if they do, how do we know which coo
Is not truth's noise, but rather truth's poise?
And am I guilty as that nightingale
Who's busy chirping what she's been told?
Has she not peeked under that oral veil
Or do they all chirp as ones not so bold?
For when the chirping starts, who to believe?
Which bird chirps with both courage and knowledge
Has stripped pride and history to receive
And tell what I yearn to hear from my ledge?
For I strain to hear that dissenting song
From the lonely nightingale chirping "wrong".

The real-life conversation with my parents condensed into 6 lines

The most important campaign decision
To pick who he will have as a VP
He really blew that one, can't we agree?

But Obama is friends with terrorists.
What's worse? Your VP selection? Or to
Have a friend that is a known terrorist.

The second hour of a real-life conversation with my parents condensed into 20 lines

Can we agree Palin is not qualified?
Obama is just as unqualified!
How can you say that? They're not even close!
Don't believe a word that Obama says.
Why? Why don't you believe what he says?
If him, Russia will invade East Europe.
Why would they invade if Obama wins?
The man has no foreign experience!
Yes he does! Didn't you watch the debate!
Russia is in bed with those in Iran.
How do you know this? What does it matter?
Russia will give them nuclear weapons.
Aren't you afraid of a new Cold War?
Obama is also a socialist.
Don't you think you sound like McCarthyists?
What is scary is if Obama wins
What is scary is that you believe this shit.
You are young. One day you will know better.
I'm sorry, but this is a lot of bull.
We just will not let the terrorist win.

The first hour of a real-life conversation with my parents condensed into 20 lines

Why do you think that? I want to know why
We know. We know. We know. We know. We know.
But it's not true; there's no truth behind it!
You don't know the truth; you don't know the truth
How can you believe he's a terrorist?
The truth will come out, you'll see. There are more.
There are more terrorists? What do you mean?
Yes. He has more friends that are terrorists.
The man is a professor in Illinois!
In the 60s he was a terrorist.
Then why didn't it come out a year ago?
Just watch the news, you will find out the truth.
Have you ever admitted that you're wrong?
Maybe you should look in the mirror there.
So you really think he's a terrorist?
Yes, and as the truth comes out, you will too
To vote McCain is irresponsible.
To vote a terrorist in is much worse.

Palin's words (and my analysis)

This is what Palin said...
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"We see America as a force of good in this world. We see an America of exceptionalism. Yes USA! USA! Our opponent is someone who sees America as imperfect enough to pal around with terrorists who target their own country. This ladies and gentlemen has nothing to do with the kind of change we believe in, not my kids, not your kids, what we believe in is what Ronald Reagan believed in, and that is a nation of exceptionalism."
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Analysis: Ok, this is the definition of the politics of fear. Note here, she begins by associating the McCain campaign "with the forces of good" along with patriotic chant of "USA!". Immediately thereafter, she states that Obama sees the United States as "imperfect" and "pals around with terrorists who target their own country"... and then immediately after that she brings up the emotional imagery of "your kids".

This is the same sort of fear manipulation that some of the worst leaders in history have used. Look at how she combines patriotism, "forces of good", your kids, and the association of a terrorist all in a few sentences. This appeal to your emotions, to your patriotism, to "good vs. evil" is the very definition of terror. I'm used to "fear" in American politics, but I can't remember it used quite so bluntly and obviously. Anyway, again, I implore you, please don't vote for McCain. I pray that the American people are smart enough to see what this is. I know that elections are perhaps not decided by issues, but we cannot let them be decided by fear tactics such as these.

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I caution you to take care your ear, for
When anyone talks of terror and fear;
Beware of those leaders ever so near

Sarah Palin is, by definition, a terrorist

I posted this last night, because I was really upset when I read about Palin's "Obama pals with terrorists" speeches. I then took it down, because, well, I was really upset, and I wanted to give some time to really digest if I truly thought Sarah Palin was a terrorist (or if I were only going down to her level). However, I think that, rationally, what the McCain campaign is now engaging in, is by definition, mild forms of terrorism. I encourage comments if you disagree with me. But to say it how she said it--- (wow)--- I'm just truly sick of the politics of fear. I hope that we can all agree (both conservatives and liberals) that what the McCain campaign now stands for is beyond despicable, and it's our patriotic duty to just not vote for him. To tell you the truth, I am afraid for our country if McCain is elected, and this is coming from me, a guy who had "Campaign Finance Reform" as his Senior Year Thesis in high-school, and was a big fan of the then "maverick". But, really, to seep to the levels of associating your opponent with terrorists is so low that it makes me sick. Anyway, thank you for reading, but I obviously think this is very important.
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To what depths will they go
All the way to hell?
Only those two will ever know
If the devil’s lips they’ve kissed
Am I pissed?
Yes, I’m pissed.
I was upset before
To see a VP nomination so poor
Standing alongside a mongerer of war
Modeling what the McCaign stands for at its core:
“Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear. Fear”

I ask you:
What is the statement
That Obama associates with terrorists
If not the very act of a terrorist?

The Definition of a Terrorist is
A radical who employs terror
As a political weapon.

And, in case you missed...
Sarah Palin stated
In two campaign speeches
That Barack Obama associates
With terrorists
Which, literally, makes
Sarah Palin, by very definition, a terrorist.

To break it down:
The opinion that Barack Obama associates with terrorists is not only radical
But no scrupulous person would ever support that statement.
And the only reason that I can think of why she would say that is terror:
To gain votes via fear.
Which, once again, makes Sarah Palin, by definition, a terrorist.
I’m sorry, conservatives, but that’s a fact.
Admittedly, a mild terrorist, but still a terrorist.
Based on what she said, and the very definition of the word...
Go ahead: look it up, or shake your head,
But let my words be my fists.

hope not fear

May we unite today, and show the country, show the world...
That the hard working American’s ear
Is swayed by hope and not by fear.

For her Majesty, Pamela Queen

So you ask:
Where do I want to be?
You know, there's no better place
Than with her Majesty
The one who will give me an honest review
Of what she thinks of "Bad Sequel" 2.

"Was it as good as number one?" I ask
"Maybe, were you nearing the bottom of your flask?"
"It was really that bad?" I eagerly reply.
"So bad, by the end, I was rooting for the bad guy."

And so she said, "Let me summarize the first half hour
Imagine that you're a pretty little flower
Eating your popcorn, drinking your soda
Expecting the wisdom of the great wise Yoda
But your flower is eaten by a sickly yak,
And you're convinced the movie was directed by a quack.
Because you paid ten bucks, you know
And expect a plot that could maybe just flow.
But after 30 minutes you know this movie is just so whack
That you're beggin' and screamin' for your money back."

For while this inspiration does her best
To handle each and every silly work request
She sometimes takes a moment to stop on by
And with humor, sort of like this, will wish me "Hi!"

For there is no better place than on her face
When a smile pushes her cheeks awry.
Although she does not have a mighty palace,
I've never met a Queen on a throne so high.

For what makes this Queen so very special
Is the way she brings energy to every day
I swear to you upon each word I've typed
I have never seen her have a bad day.

And it's amazing to see a person so pure
With corners of the mouth both boundless and free
From her demeanor you'd think her maybe demure
But also filled with both love and honesty.

Because the thing with her is she cannot help but laugh
At what some might call jokes and others gaffes
But most of all, what might be easy to feel,
Is how your spirit rejoices when in her company.

She loves her daughter more than life itself
And the way she acts, she loves life to the highest shelf,
And it's recalled images like these that make me write,
How within her she must have one of those eternal lights.

For if you want to live life as though on a trampoline
Every jump bringing an even brighter scene,
If you ever need a shoulder upon which to lean
Well, you better make sure that your ear is clean.

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Because for one so great and worthy
You sure ain't gonna get her shirt so dirty!
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To Pam Queen I write this little sonnet
On whose memories have now fallen upon it
The greatest person you may ever meet
She makes life a bit more funny, a bit more sweet.

Hail to Pam, Her Majesty, The Queen!
Hail, to Pam, with energy and joy, nonpareil!

'Cause from all the life I've ever known
And all the obstacles that God has shown
There are some people who can just brighten a day
And make you think that the rest of us are ok…
And the one I write of has that special talent
The contagious love that flows from one so great
That makes me want to write a poem so gallant
And wonder of that smile, her defining trait
That always rises to brighten every day
That arching sun always on display.
For as I've lived my humble life,
There are some I've met whose love is rife.
And there may be no greater joy I've ever seen
Than the constant joy emanating from the great Pam Queen.

My favorite loss

Almost all of us know the pain of loss
The precariousness of its blows
Whether through nature, accident, or choice
The reasons maybe only heaven knows,
I've felt the love of friendship's death
The mirror revealing bleeding eyes
I've tasted the air of unspoken breaths
When pain doesn't allow for goodbyes
I know the hands that grip heads troubled
The knowledge that a life's work is maybe gone
And I know that pain is sometimes doubled
With the realization that life somehow goes on
But among the sad truths of my own true-life
There is a recurring loss that makes my blood flow
And instead of miring me in a circle of strife
Gives me an inner-peace that I'm grateful to know
Because most loss is painful, but never quite so bad
As there's nothing so beautiful as that of being sad...
To me sadness is a reminder with each painful memory
Of the good times once had, and their beauty to me
And I know some may say I speak with only rosy eyes
That there are some with whom we are forced to despise
But I ask you then to consider each of us (as a whole)
Because in my experience, to love another, is to be whole
And it's along these lines, that I write of this specific loss
Which is capable of renewing itself in only a few hours
And, from this, each and every cell that I have ever lost,
Has always been renewed with life-providing powers
This loss that proves that what my heart gives it thus receives
And it's with this purpose that I willingly pull up my sleeves
For there's no such peace that gives suffering its pause
Like the peace that comes from serving a greater cause
And, mind you, this isn't just rhetoric that I write
I swear to you that this attitude has saved my life
For what are we all but sisters and brothers
And what is a better purpose than to help each other?
And so, for this loss, I regularly, and willingly, sacrifice
Because as I said, it helps to save my life, yes, my life,
For as long as I've lived, I've never experienced a better loss
Than the blood I've happily given to the American Red Cross.

Palin Limerick #4

One of my readers asked that I write politically-charged limericks... I hope you enjoy, Matt.

Oh, how I love Sarah Palin
And the way she talks of her kin
For what gives one more calm
Than a president who's a mom
Clearly better than the one in Berlin.

Palin Limerick #3

Oh, how I love the lady Palin
Oh why? so let me begin
I've never been so impressed
By the views from her chest
So yeah, I hope that she win.

Palin Limerick #2

This is my question for Palin
Has your brain been molded by din?
Your answers you feign
On questions so plain
Or is honesty now really a sin?

Palin Limerick #1

Oh how I love Sarah Palin
And think of her life with chagrin
For if I knew her before a mom
I would've taken her to prom
And winked to my pal when I was in.

McCain Limerick #4

Oh, how I'll vote for McCain
The only candidate that is sane
He believes to his core
That the answer is war
Because life is a zero-sum game

McCain Limerick #3

Oh how I hate the McCain
Whose VP pick was inane
He doesn't use email
His campaign is a tale
But all insults I will refrain

McCain Limerick #2

Oh, how I'll vote for McCain
Who reminds me of the late John Wayne
And holding his gun
He'll put those Muslims on the run
'Cause the Middle East is really such a pain

McCain Limerick #1

Oh, how I'll vote for McCain
Oh why? Oh let me explain
Although I'm so rich
I married a bitch
And affluence I'd like to maintain.

Obama Limerick #1

Oh, how I hate that Obama
Whose name rhymes with the Osama
And if that doesn't prove
The constitution he'll remove
Than I be the Daily Llama.

Almost a limerick #2

Couric asked the nice VP lady
For a court case with which she didn't agree
She mentioned again Roe v. Wade
And wondered aloud how to evade
So to quote her, will I vote for she?
"Hmmmm..... Let me see....."

Almost a limerick #1

The rain in spain
Stays mainly in the plain
This is how Eliza was taught
Was this the basis of your thought
When you chose Sarah Palin?