In case you weren’t aware, “Doctor” Al Gore branched into a new literary genre; he wrote a poem, included it in his book Our Choice: a plan to solve the climate crisis.
The plan in Al’s book is rather simple. It can be condensed into four words: give me your money.
If you’re interested in hearing Al read his own poem, click here.
Personally, I preferred Porter E. Porter’s “beat” version. The bongos add a nice touch.
Only about five minutes of my life were wasted writing this poem in response to Al’s; my own lackluster effort to tell the real inconvenient truth.
I do not expect this throw away effort to be compared to one of my favorite poets, William Butler Yeats. Al, neither are you equal to W.B. Yeats.
This is no “Lamentation of the Old Pensioner.”
Yeats’s poem still sends chills down my spine, more than 30 years after my first reading.
These poems, written by Al and me, are more like something that might have been written by Wile E. Coyote.
Please keep in mind that I only spent about five minutes on mine during lunch, as you read…
Ode to Al Gore
An Inconvenient Truth, my butt
Vapid brains soak in kool-aid
Feverish demands thirst for carbon taxes
Nobel rolls over in his grave
People flee the low-lying coast
Al steals a bargain on beachfront property
Powerpoint slideshows and hockey stick graphs
B.S. is shown in the classroom
Shadowy scientists
Greed seeks your money
The blame of Chicken Little
On air is spewed
Cap and trade; the hour of fleecing has arrived
I am a tool
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