Being a nerd, I occasionally need to creatively channel my stress & frustration and just make fun of stuff.
Here's a parody of Walt Whitman's "I Sing the Body Electric" —perhaps not the most well known of poems, but I have a weakness for the Old Man of Manahatta.
It's not complete, of course, because I don't have the time or energy to tackle a 165-line masterpiece, but I offer it up on the chance that the corner of your mouth will twitch upward a fraction of a millimeter.
Peace.
I Am the Super Delegate
1
I am the Super Delegate;
The armies of each campaign persuade me, and I persuade them;
They will not let me off till I vote with them, caucus with them,
And donate to them, and answer fully one last Zogby poll.
Was it doubted that Pat Buchanan would claim Barack was marginal;
And no one save Rachel Maddow would have the sack to call bullshit on his ass?
And if the voters disagree with the Zogby poll?
And if we cannot trust Zogby polls, why read the polls?
2
The tale of the campaign on television is absurd—the campaign itself is absurd;
But most pretend at balance, while Fox is simply balls-out biased.
The claims of some supporters are absurd;
But Anderson Cooper the well-made man claims to be keeping them honest;
Yet the panelists make claims also, and he curiously does not make them support their claims;
While on the big screen, the color-coded screen, John King zooms in and zooms out—Clinton is light blue;
He preens, points, fondles the telestrator, and counts the delegates to go;
And then he explains how my vote is simply crucial, come summer;
And my cell phone rings again, for I am ceaselessly lobbied each day.