Impeach… um… Eisenhower!

In my in-box, there was drama—
We must now impeach Obama!—
And a screed without one comma
Made the case why this was so.

Since he won his last election,
This is cause for insurrection!
(It’s assumed there’s no objection
And the man must simply go)

Once the president’s elected
It has come to be expected
The mistake must be corrected
When the losers raise their voice

But it seems, each generation
Has the chance to save the nation
By suggesting usurpation
Of the people’s lawful choice

Oddly enough, I got a bunch of spam email this morning telling me how wonderful it is that there are Republican lawmakers making noise to their constituents about impeaching Obama. They’ve reached the bottom, the email rejoiced; this has replaced even the meaningless posturing about Obamacare that had previously represented the dictionary example of “exercise in frustration”.

And then, in a bit of synchronicity, NPR has a story up today about how pretty much every president gets the impeachment rhetoric from somebody. Bush, Clinton, Bush, Reagan, Carter… and the reason I am writing today, Eisenhower.

But this post is not really about impeachment. Rather, it’s about poetry, and yet one more example that what I write is not poetry (and I’m cool with that–it’s verse, or better yet doggerel, and I am proud enough of it without calling it poetry). You want poetry about impeachment? The NPR story linked to a poem, “Tentative Description of a Dinner Given to Promote the Impeachment of President Eisenhower“. Now, that’s poetry (and anyone who thinks that not rhyming makes writing easier, I’m here to say otherwise). Read and enjoy.


  1. fusilier says

    Back In The ’70s:

    I was a grad student in entomology; My Beloved and Darling Wife was working on her MA in special ed. The fellow who owned the local bicycle shop was dating a girl studying in the fine arts department, and invited us to accompany them to a poetry reading by Ferlinghetti.

    He apologized profusely every time he saw us for a month or more.

    James 2:24

  2. timberwoof says

    I had not heard or heard of Lawrence Ferlinghetti until I watched The Last Waltz on DVD; he read The loud Prayer.

    This reminds me of Bob Dylan’s “Desolation Row” and The Band’s “The Weight” … both of which now seem rather watered down in comparison.

  3. machintelligence says

    Yet oddly enough we have had nuclear peace for nearly 70 years. Who would have thought it in the 1950’s?

  4. steffp says

    As someone who’s been part of the Anti-Nuclear / Peace Movement for most of the last fifty years I can assure you that it wasn’t easy at all…

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