Patient and steady with all he must bear,
Ready to meet every challenge with care,
Easy in manner, yet solid as steel,
Strong in his faith, refreshingly real.
Isn't afraid to propose what is bold,
Doesn't conform to the usual mould,
Eyes that have foresight, for hindsight won't do,
Never backs down when he sees what is true,
Tells it all straight, and means it all too.
Going forward and knowing he's right,
Even when doubted for why he would fight,
Over and over he makes his case clear,
Reaching to touch the ones who won't hear.
Growing in strength he won't be unnerved,
Ever assuring he'll stand by his word.
Wanting the world to join his firm stand,
Bracing for war, but praying for peace,
Using his power so evil will cease,
So much a leader and worthy of trust,
Here stands a man who will do what he must.
Who the FUCK thinks this sort of thing is anything but revolting?
Quick! Somebody compose a poem that spells out ILOVESTALIN.
Or better, one that spells ITSGOODTOBEAWARCRIMINAL.
Fuck you George Dubya. Fuck you in the ace.
~Attila
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jay-sue-chris! i love these poems, this is an über disgrace!
oh god, help us all.
Where'd ya dig this gem up at?
"bracing for war, but praying for oil" is more like it.
in fact, every line makes one want to vomit.
fuck you in the ace g
This was actually printed in a school textbook in Pakistan. The government had to withdraw them from schools.
So. Fucked. Up.
Daddy knows some Saudis,
I went to Yale, and was rowdy.
Partied hard,
Skipped out on national guard,
Handled company like a retard.
I wish I knew, in term number two,
Texas liked me, why don't you?
Well I've got my nominee picked for the next Poet Laureate.
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