Thursday, October 27, 2005

In honor of Harriet Miers

Harriet, sweet Harriet, hard-hearted harbinger of haggis.

Beautiful, bemused, bellicose butcher.

Un-trust... ing.

Un-know... ing.

Un-love... ed?

"He wants you back," he screamed into the night air like a firefighter going to a window that has no fire... except the passion of his heart.

I am lonely.

It's really hard.

This poem... sucks.

Sweet stuff.

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