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So easy, a poet could do it. The internet is full of poetry generators, most of which do a better job than Elizabeth Alexander's strange musings. My favorite, the Beatnik Rambler. The United States muscle hath United The are just its much 'cause athlete you freaks am liking No, then dance, toes of the drug deeply. to sing, to dance, to watch "Frasier" weekly... yet time waneth not like unto the moon and whatever's there Dancing the Boogah 'neath the big Disco Ball. When is this ranting to end!? I declair. All this pointless waste of air. Don't breathe! My...

Barack Obama has undercut any claims of meritocracy with at least one choice: the woman who will delivering his inaugural poem. Aside from the fact that she has known Obama since they worked together at the University of Chicago, one is hard-pressed to find a rationale for this honor. Only the fourth poet to participate in a presidential inauguration, Elizabeth Alexander is no Robert Frost, nor even Maya Angelou. Alexander is an unpoet who arranges words into impenetrable jumbles flecked with juvenile imagery, inappropriate word choice, an obsessive PC view of race and "gender," a dubious take on miscegenation, and...