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The Idiossey: The Not-Really-That-Epic Poem of Obamacles
 Iowahawk, of course.Speak to me, O Muse, of this resourceful man who strides so boldly upon the golden shrine of Potomac, Between Ionic plywood columns, to the kleig light altar. Fair Obamacles, favored of the gods, ascends to Olympus Amidst lusty tributes and the strumming lyres of Media; Their mounted skyboxes echo with the singing of his name While Olbermos and Mattheus in their greasy togas wrassle For first honor of basking in their hero's reflected glory. Who is this man, so bronzed in countenance, So skilled of TelePrompter, clean and articulate whose ears like a stately urn's protrude? So now, daughter of Zeus, tell us his story. And just the Cliff Notes if you don't mind, We don't have all day. Said the Muse: I will tell the story of Obamacles through my scribe Iowahawk. But this poem is copyrighted, so reproduce at your peril. Go read it all. Posted by: Mike 2009-01-23 |
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