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Wednesday, Apr 1, 2009 10:37 AM UTC2009-04-01T10:37:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

The poetry of Glenn Beck, Vol. 2

The new Fox News star beams in on breast cancer and the Constitution, God and Bill O'Reilly.

The poetry of Glenn Beck, Vol. 2

CHOCOLATE MILK

So anyway, I’m on the plane
And they start in on breast cancer
And they say, you know, if you buy a certain drink,
You know, the proceeds go for breast cancer,
And originally I thought, that’s kind of cool.

And then they made the announcement
A second time and I’m like, okay, you know,
What am I flying Activist Airlines now?
Like, I get it.

Then the third time really became
The unfriendly skies for me
Because they started lecturing us
On how we hadn’t given enough
And they said, you know, we’ve really not sold a lot of these,

And I don’t remember what it was.
I don’t remember what it was.
I was going to say it was like chocolate milk
But that would probably be bad to sell for breast cancer.

So it wasn’t definitely milk
But it was something that I didn’t want to drink,
And I don’t remember what it was but I thought, well, I don’t want that
And, you know, and the stewardess said, we do this all the time now
Because our airline cares about breast cancer

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Friday, May 15, 2009 10:24 AM UTC2009-05-15T10:24:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

I bleed, it leads: My final news stories

A veteran reporter crafts opening paragraphs for news stories on his paper's final day.

I bleed, it leads: My final news stories

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Third-grader Johnny Martin couldn’t understand all the commotion Thursday, as a crowd of grown-ups gathered to open the brand-new wing at Branson Elementary School.

“I was hoping for no school,” the 9-year-old said, climbing off the bus. “I wish we could just stay home.”

Someday — probably after he’s given them the best years of his life — the corporations will grant Johnny his wish.

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Thursday, Apr 2, 2009 10:25 AM UTC2009-04-02T10:25:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

Farewell, Glenn Beck, poet!

Oh, woeful day. The scintillating verse of the new Fox News bard must now fade into the Orange County sunset.

Farewell, Glenn Beck, poet!

BOTTOM

You know what; I speak from experience.
Alcoholic. Alcoholic. Just drinking Jack Daniel’s
Like crazy until, you know, you’re just like,

“Is that vomit on my face?”

So then I know what it’s like to hit bottom.
These people in Washington.
They never hit bottom.

(“Glenn Beck,” Fox News, March 2, 2009)

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Tuesday, Mar 31, 2009 10:35 AM UTC2009-03-31T10:35:00Zl, M j, Y g:i A T

The poetry of Glenn Beck

Every day the Fox News pundit feels the pain and suffering of average Americans. Now it's time to experience his free verse.

The poetry of Glenn Beck

MEATBALLS AT THE FURNITURE STORE

Somebody said let’s make Swedish meatballs at the furniture store
And somebody else said, that’s a stupid idea; nobody’s going to want meatballs at the furniture store.
And the first guy on that first day, his ass was on the line.
And so one customer came for lunch, he knew he had to get rid of the meatballs
And he was like, yeah, you want meatballs from the furniture store?
And they’re like, yeah, I guess; my wife has been dragging them around forever.
Anything. Just whatever. I was thinking about eating an ottoman
A little while ago but then meatballs has actual meat in it
And then the guy behind the counter said, well, I’m not really sure
But ya, ya, sure. So then he takes the meatballs
And he has to put them on a huge plate
Because he has to get rid of them.
Otherwise, you know, the big Swede is going to say
That was the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.
And so now that one fat guy who had the big bowl of meatballs
Now buys all of his furniture there and has told all of his fat friends,
Buy your furniture there because your wife will walk around
And you’ll have an hour worth of eating meatballs
And that’s what happened.

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