Thursday, January 12, 2012

WORDS, WORDS, WORDS (FOR SARAH PALIN)

It was a blustering assertion
But typical of her abuse
Requiring almost no exertion
And really damnably obtuse.
It seemed archaic in its meaning
Because it went its way careening
Off blazoned shield to blazoned shield
Until, as noise, it stood revealed.
She argued with her blunt rusticity
That they be paid blithe disregard,
Though this is often very hard:
For all her words had such simplicity
That when she spoke her own pretense
Would very often make no sense.

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