Ode to Garrison Keillor
Evil be damned, wars unjust
Eight years we’ve had, o what a bust
Economy dead, lying afoul
Victim of a man with head in bowel
But o the praises do we sing
For he who would be our righteous king
Holiness on high, saintly thus
Saint Obama, pray for us
On a pedestal we prop you
Our media can never drop you
Build up the expectations
And Keillor’s bilious expectorations
Our savior has come, the party has won
“Four years of perfection,” you’ll all have claimed
Not a mark on his record, not a soul who’s been maimed
On Barack’s watch, may he be ordained!
A Luddite fantasy world, a world free of “them”
No fouling of air (except Keillor’s phlegm)
How righteous of us, how morally prudent
We’re never wrong, Democrats strident
On Barack’s watch, may he be ordained!