[Rick Mullin]

(World to Rick: )

Add 'em up,
You drop-count syllable
Innumerate nonentity
Monkey in lederhosen,
Add 'em up!

[John Whitworth]

Degenerating, Rick? This is obviously what it was mean to be. I thought I might send these to The Wall Street Journal. If they are anything like the pinko Financial Times, they need cheering up. Though the FT would NEVER have printed the interview. Anyway, does anyone object to me sending these somewhere. It would be a poem with multiple authorship. Why shouldn't I send them to Boris himself, come to that.Whatever his address is. Perhaps thatis the best scheme.Unless someone forbids me to use their work this way, I shall do it. He would certainly reply, if he could remember to do it. I gather he has an indefatigable secretary who keeps him on the straighht an narrow. Diffiocult assignment, wouldn't you say.

[Rick Mullin]

Send it off,
You light verse editing,
Unflinchingly promotional
Agent for Eratosphere!
Send it off!

[Quincy Lehr]

Grow a chin,
you fat Etonian,
so smug and oh so overbred
(bet you have a small willy).
Grow a chin.

[Terese Coe]

[Latest headline on Blago: "My Impeachment is Politically Driven"] LOL

Blago the Braggart

Rot in jail,
you beady-eyed covetous
ratbrained extortionate
fiasco of government,
rot in jail.


Madoff the Mad

Pay or die,
you leprous duplicitous
freak of felonious
pigbrained rapaciousness,
pay or die.