It's all about the President And the things he does so well – It's apparent, he's transparent He's about ethnicity. His cavorting, his distorting His lie-ability; Is it just his outer shell?
The current White House resident And the things only he can do – His stimulating, his vibrating The economy to a mess. We should concede, his food stamp-ede: His only great success; Are people better off – are you?
It's all about the incumbent guy And his AMBIGUOUS lore – He's a Christlamist turned narcissist But still a devotee. He's Kenyan, he's Hawaiian Even partly Cherokee; Does he really have a core?
Ambiguity has its place, especially in art, since it allows for a more personal interpretation, but in economics, poker (after all, you have to pay to see if somebody is bluffing), etc.
Using fiction techniques in politics though, is known as lying.
When writing strophic poetry rhythm and rhyme schemes follow a pattern which with some exceptions remains consistent in each strophe or verse.
Your attempt excels at being completely inconsistent. Rhyme and rhythm demonstrate a complete lack of competency. (Verse I rhyme scheme ABACDCB, Verse II ABCDECB - rhythm Verse I 7787867, Verse II 8898878) That said, the actual text is pathetic.
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13 comments:
Ann seems to fall in and out of love with ambiguity.
She's an ambiquity relativist.
Ambiguity is a wonderful hiding place. Especially for those who believe themselves to be unfathomably brilliant, yet do not want to be challenged.
If you know what I mean.
But is the truth, as Hitchcock observes, in the box? No, there isn't room, the ambiguity has put on weight.
Mark O, I know EXACTLY what you mean.
I'll rise to the occasion, bear with me:
It's all about the President
And the things he does so well –
It's apparent, he's transparent
He's about ethnicity.
His cavorting, his distorting
His lie-ability;
Is it just his outer shell?
The current White House resident
And the things only he can do –
His stimulating, his vibrating
The economy to a mess.
We should concede, his food stamp-ede:
His only great success;
Are people better off – are you?
It's all about the incumbent guy
And his AMBIGUOUS lore –
He's a Christlamist turned narcissist
But still a devotee.
He's Kenyan, he's Hawaiian
Even partly Cherokee;
Does he really have a core?
Nihilism means nothing to the dancing peasants.
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
Ambiguity has its place, especially in art, since it allows for a more personal interpretation, but in economics, poker (after all, you have to pay to see if somebody is bluffing), etc.
Using fiction techniques in politics though, is known as lying.
What has Johannes Brahms go to do with this?
"Carl Vero said .....Does he really have a core?"
When writing strophic poetry rhythm and rhyme schemes follow a pattern which with some exceptions remains consistent in each strophe or verse.
Your attempt excels at being completely inconsistent. Rhyme and rhythm demonstrate a complete lack of competency. (Verse I rhyme scheme ABACDCB, Verse II ABCDECB - rhythm Verse I 7787867, Verse II 8898878) That said, the actual text is pathetic.
Don't give up your day job!
I love ambiguity more than most linguists.
Darn, I wanted to be the first to identify Brahms!
But seriously, how does he figure into this?
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