Fraters Libertas

He's A Poet And He Don't Even Know It

Oh wait. He does know it. Regardless, check out the latest effort (revised version) from Tarzana Joe. The man deserves some votes for this one:

To cull the golden from the dross
Those sons of Fraters Libertas
Put the pundits to the test
And pitted guest against guest

Thus upon their blogging venue
They set up a tasty menu
So the world could make their choices
From this mix of savvy voices

Like a subtle sukiyaki
From Chemerinski to Kondracke
Rosette, White and climbing higher
Campbell, Bainbridge, Barnes and Dreier

And when the votes were finally frozen
Many were clicked but four were chosen
Regard the talkers who survive
From that, what can one derive?

Some will heed the obvious lesson
Others won't
Even bad poets have their fans
Even good politicians...don't.

Now what lessons can be found
In the semi-final round
Pick the greatest from the least man
How do you explain John Eastman?

Seeded 12th but in a bid
To be the second comeback kid
Well, it's good to know your jurisprudence
Better to have obedient students

Lots of them
Pots of them
Incriminating shots of them.

And what of Tarzana Joe
And his Minnesota foe?
Well, I'm tougher, trimmer, leaner
But my clock was never cleaner.

I'm just pleased to be among
This group of guests---of whom I've sung
The finest troop on any station
Built (or builded) in this nation

That's gilt (or gilded) by association.

Come on people. This has gotta be worth at least a few votes.