Viva la rEVOLution, y’all! (Apologies to Wallace Stevens.)
With twenty seconds left
In last Sunday’s Super Bowl,
I decided I was a Giants fan.
You were of three minds,
And only three,
McCain and Mitt and Huckabee.
Grassroots growing in aught-eight’s autumn winds.
The Dark Horse has no part in scripted pantomimes.
A man and a woman
A man and a woman and the Federal Government
Is a really bad idea.
I do not know which to prefer:
Absence of HRC’s hysterics
When crap hits national fan,
Or absence of the GOP’s
Peeking through ‘net windows at
Super Tuesday, almost past.
Shadows cast by Revolution,
Now shortening, now lengthening.
Remains fierce loyalty
To not entirely quixotic cause.
Oh Nine Eleven Truthers,
Why do you fear the Bilderbergs?
Do you not know I played Bunco
With Rockefeller’s second cousin once?
She seemed Okay.
I know Wallace Stevens
Wrote these “lucid, inescapable rhythms,”
Paid rent with his insurance company salary.
Dr. Paul’d be cool with that,
So long as it was not an HMO.
Will the Dark Horse ride out of sight?
He still has an edge
In many voters’ circles.
His old nemesis today in Connecticut
–Where bedroom towns are left each day for jobs in NYC–
Months ago, fearless Dark Horse
Gave him what-for in a debate
About 911, the war–
–And a reading list, too.
His lips are moving.
A certain Dark Horse opponent must be lying.
The news outlets say, “No” to Dr. No this afternoon.
They’ll be continuing to do so.
I’ll bet you didn’t know
Paul came in second before McCain.