Drugs, Poetry, Romney and Me
I’m on Tramadol Hydrochloride, a synthetic opioid analgesic, which doesn’t sound as poetic but mashes you up all the same.
That’s my excuses done. This is my attempt to do what my friend and regular versifier Bud Glory accomplishes so well – take the piss 🙂
First the original:
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
At Tampa Bay the GOP
Accepted Mormon Romney:
Then Ryan, his nasty VP man
Scared oldies with his healthcare plan
And racists laughed Tee-he!
So twice ten thousand cops were found
To beat on locals all around:
Then up jumped nutters, voices shrill,
And bayed for blood upon the Hill;
While cutting budgets for the ill,
Mid mindless acts of thievery.