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TRILLIN

I missed this. Calvin Trillin book of political poetry.

I guess Trillin has been pissed off for a long time and finally found a way to link laughs to his sadness over the sad state of the nation.

Nice article in the New York Times: Crime Drives Him to Rhyme. Try this example:

At least there's no Bush eulogy
On why they had to die.
It's better that they're laid to rest
Without another lie.

He got that right. I have thought, amidst the criticism for the leader's not acknowledging the dead in any way, that it is better he has not. I could not abide the mealy-mouthed sanctimonius bull-shit that such a performance would entail.

Always a personal note, after all it is about me me me here: Trillin is my age. Holy cow. I figured him for an old guy!