Paradise Lost - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
A man is a man only if he can,
says the book of all secrets and more.
Looks like Palin was just a brief flash in the pan
just as useless as big fat Al Gore.
See, the polls tell the truth, and McCain's on a slide
there's a stench of old dust in the air,
neither he nor his Northernmost caribou bride
will be given the prized pied-a-terre.
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