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Presidential Poetry

Liberal Art

If not for nine-eleven, or

Fox News and all our friends,

I don’t know how we could’ve found

The means to meet our ends.

The going was quite tough, you know,

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We almost didn’t make it.

The credit goes to Karl’s election

Method: lose, then take it!

But please don’t think that I’ve no heart

Because I fled the middle;

Just ’cause we slash and Baghdad burns

And I’m content to fiddle.

I beg you, please don’t think me cold,

Vindictive, mean, or vile;

In fact my heart of blue blood bleeds

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