Ode.e.
Dan Foster

i sing of Falo bad at trig
Whose bloodless heart rejoiced in war:
A condescending subject-or

his wellbeloved proffesor (prig
Wesleyaner most distinctly read)
took erring falo soon in class;
but--through a host of overworked
TAs (first knocking out the head
of him) do through oily waters toll
that otherness which Arabs stroke
with Afghan rugs recently employed
anent this ruddy terroristhole,
While kindred Leftists provoke
allegience per glittering generalities--
Falo (being all too content
a corpse and wanting any rag
Upon what Zinn unto him gave)
Responds, without getting the ploy
"I will now burn your fucking flag"

Straightaway the tenured terd digressed
(Heading hurriedly towards the K Street protest)

But, though all kinds of professors
(A bored generation's redeyed pride)
their passive resistances were often terse
until for wear their Claritin
voices and berkenstocks were much the worse,
and egged the firstsemesterfrosh on
His rectum liberally with grease
by means of skillfully applied
epithets shouted from the street--
Falo (upon what were callused knees)
does most seriously repeat
"there is no shit I would not eat"

our residents,being of which
assertions duly notified
threw the pinkojohnill'ych
a great big party, where he died

Chomsky (of His commercy infantile)
i pay to see;and Falo,too

preposterously because
unless statistics lie he was
more brave than me:more blond than you.