Monday, November 01, 2004

Bad Poetry for the Election Day

By divine inspiration:

Victory is ours
Over Evil Powers
Trust this poem's spell
Every vote will tell

(For those who doubt my words
Or think they smell like turds:
Resign to being nerds.)

Know that your voice matters
Enemies it scatters
Rips apart the lies
Rinses blue the skies
Your vote decides!