Poetry In Motion
As heard on last night's broadcast of the Hugh Hewitt show here is the latest tome from Tarzana Joe:
As part of my duties as Poet Laureate of the Hugh Hewitt Show, I am commanded, from time to time, to compose a topical poem on an issue of the day. This week Rush Limbaugh attacked the blogosphere--which has a special place in Hugh Hewitt's heart (and mind). Thus the following:
Rush Takes a Swing at the Bloggers (with apologies to Mighty Casey)
by Tarzana Joe
The outlook wasn’t brilliant for the blogosphere that day
The well known Maha Rushie was about to have his say
His voice is like a trumpet and it cuts right through the fog
So a pall-like silence fell upon purveyors of the blog
There was ease in Rush’s manner as he slid into his place
There was pride in Rush’s bearing and a smile lit Rush’s face
As those famous lips came closer to the mike with all that gilding
Perched, as it is, atop the famous E I B building
Ten million ears were listening all across the land
As he shuffled the remarks in his nicotine-stained hand
Bloggers held their breath for a caustic, cutting quip
Defiance flashed in Rush’s eye, a sneer curled Rush’s lip.
Then he began the tirade that they all tuned in to hear
And the master of old media blasted the blogosphere
"There are these guys called bloggers and they claim they shape the news
Though they have all of the impact of the guy who shines my shoes.
It’s hard to sway this nation from sea to shining sea
And only two can do it. There’s Ophra and there’s me!
A blogger is a wananbee who couldn’t influence his mother
They spend their days and nights all e-mailing one another
They should all sink into the ocean; they all should sink en mas
Starting with those brothers at Fraters Libertas
And lets consider Lileks, another of these spotlight lovers
How can you take seriously a guy who collects matchbook covers?
They scribble in dark apartments where they likely live like slobs
Here’s my advice you bloggers, go out and get real jobs"
Those were the Big Guy's sayings which I’ve given you in rhyme
But to borrow from another, why don’t we think a second time
It’s hard in this new decade to imagine what will last
There are some that see the future, some that only see the past.
I sense a great revival among hipster, dude, and nerd
A wonderful revival of the mighty written word
Can not the aging master comprehend there’s something new
Yes, his talent is on loan. Perhaps the loan is coming due?
When I consider his opinion, I have to share a laugh
Half his brain’s behind his back; so where’s the other half?
Another point I can't believe I hadn’t thought before
If the internet’s for losers, what’s he have a website for?
Oh somewhere pundits chortle and somewhere pundits gloat
But there is no joy in Rushville, Mighty Rush has missed the boat!
I'd like to see Maya Angelou try to rhyme Fraters Libertas. Kudos Joe!
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