A GOOGLE POEM dedicated to Bush and his spinwarriors
Searched on the words:
LEAD BALLOON
A glum, corrosively tedious exhibition
of control-freakery
slashes its cast and its logic.
The raptor's defence was wretched,
the effect level uneven,
the heart missing several bleats...
Heavy handed symbolism
floating like a lead balloon,
stinging like jock itch.
The blimp is dead,
a blip on the screen,
a wrong sided smile caught in bed.
A raider getting raided?
A mere ego trip?
Read it later.
Accessories are so important
to all forms of unpowered flight.
Lead knives, lead vice, lamp parts,
a metal bar to demonstrate one atmosphere,
a noun meaning a silver blue metal,
a verb meaning to go first...
A lead balloon is planted here tonight.
The work may lead to a platoon
of balloons drifting through thin atmosphere
depending on the type of hot air
you choose. And the inflation begins,
weighted on the bottom to keep the billboard upright.
A Code of Practises for mass balloon releases
leads to massive calibrated waste
of valuable air time.
The quasi-witty response
sinks like a proverb.
How droll. At least it did not attract a crew.
Dana Pattillo
11:56:22 PM 
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