Writer Eve Ensler, of The Vagina Monologues fame, has penned an ode to Dubya's posterior:
"Fire His Ass"
And to think, I've been slaving for 15 years in Corporate America, convincing my superiors of the benefits of finely turned phrases and unforgettable bon mots, when all this time I could have been writing garbage like this and getting famous.
And in case anyone didn't notice, this is decidedly not a poem. It's a poorly constructed prose rant that isn't particularly entertaining, intelligent or thought-provoking. It could be extolling the virtues of kittens and daffodils, and I'd still think it was garbage.
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Such wit, such savoir-faire, such brevity and intelligence. Truly, a work for the ages.
Actually, given its intended audience and likelihood of changing a single mind, it's largely "self-indulgent," in the most innuendo-laden sense of the term. Since a large thrust of The Vagina Monologues was oriented toward self-pleasure, perhaps that's not so surprising.
-Rich
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