I am but a crackpot, just a crank who airs his views
to anyone who might believe it’s actually news.
The moon is made of mustard, and the ocean has no salt;
these are notions I espouse — to me they have no fault.
Election year is my delight; I love the candidates,
and boost each one in turn until they speak of income rates.
I’m all for building pipelines from Jamaica to the Moon;
and want to see a cast of mimes performing “Brigadoon”.
So I’m nuts, I’m cracked, I’m daft — that isn’t any crime;
being so eccentric, I monopolize your time.
Addicted to bad rhyming, I will send you billet doux
in pentameters that don’t scan and always are askew.
Bloggers and reporters: Here I am, lend me your ears!
My input is compelling, though it never quite coheres . . .