Al Gore the poet
The self-proclaimed non-poet reads his poem on CNN.
Hat tip to Jim Hoft over at Gateway Pundit.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbBhMnlXBTE&feature=player_embedded
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This guy is severely mentally deranged. The most dangerous man in America.
I don't even understand it.
Oh, the weather outside ain't warmin', but Al Gore is still alarmin'. Since he's got no data to show, let him blow, let him blow, let him blow.
This cold weather is affecting my creative process. My previous post should have read:
Oh, the weather outside ain't warmin', but Al Gore is still alarmin'. Since he's got no data to show, he wrote a poem, wrote a poem, wrote a poem.
It's still cold, and I forgot one more thing:
Since he's got no data to show'em, he wrote a poem, wrote a poem, wrote a poem.
Remember the adage "better to remain silent and be thought a fool, than to speak out and remove all doubt"? Gore doesn't.
Apparently, he got the same grades in poetry as he did in science: C- and D's (http://www.washingtonpost.com/ac2/wp-dyn?pagename=article&contentId=A37397-2000Mar18).
What a shame he discovered Thai sticks in Viet Nam. He is a walking example of your brain on drugs.
I am very proud of Al Gore's courage to come out of the closet . He has inspired me to write my own poem Ode the Commode.
On Quiet August Morn
dry pine cracks like kindling
as the old chair opens a porcelain throne
Vapors rise as the bowels discharge in feverish haste
Golden showers rain down quickly an acid sea
Life's waste floats in celebation
Galatea disappears her snow white flesh
gone to nourish the parched dirt
Unknown creatures settle around the compost pile
The sheppard cries at the sight of dung
On the hill is rung
A bell to warn all heroes and friends
Beware Al Gore the fool and his tongue
his passion so au natural
The commode in his hand carries his stool
Haiku:
Bloviating pol,
Statements showing ignorance
Heads shaking in disbelief.
Why don't we use Al Gore and the young president to scare naughty children and a reminder of how good it used to be?