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...
