Monday, February 22, 2010

Gore's 23rd

The Gore is my shepherd, I shall not be in Warmth.

2 He makes me lie down in green pastures,
he leads me beside quiet, F35 free, waters,

3 he restores my Prius batteries.
He guides me in paths of granola-ness
for his name's sake.

4 Even though I walk
through the valley of the Smog of death, [a]
I will fear no evil,
for curly lightbulbs are with me;
your Peace Prize and your Gulfstream -
they comfort me.

5 You prepare a Vegan table before me
in the presence of Republicans.
You anoint my head with patchouli oil;
my cup overflows with green tea with chamomile.

6 Surely smugness and pretentiousness will follow me
all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the Gore

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