From time to time we post the poesy of Leon Freilich, a rhyming punster from
Brooklyn. Just to show we’re not completely illiterate, we searched the Web for a more
avant-garde form of poesy (a word so quaint). Here tiz: A poem that keeps making the
e-mail rounds and doesn’t rhyme. It was reportedly assembled by Washington Post writer Richard
Thompson from
mumbled by our Maximum Leader:
I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It’s a
world of madmen and uncertainty
and potential mental losses.
Rarely is the question
asked,
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet become more
few?
How many hands have I shaked?
They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull
on the pantleg of opportunity.
I know that the human being and the fish can
coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope,
where our wings take
dream.
Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize
society!
Make the pie higher! Make the pie higher!
If you’ve seen this before — we know it’s old — our apology. We felt that nobody would mind
a bit of whimsy, even old whimsy, on a Monday morning. Also, we realize a few of the lines are
too bizarre to believe, their provenance notwithstanding. But everything that comes from our
Maximum Leader sounds inauthentic.
