Iowahawk does have a brilliant literary wit. He follows up his delightful Chaucerian takedown of Rowan Williams with a hilarious Homeric potshot at Obama.
Really, the Obama "temple" at the DNC was practically begging to be mocked. I was going to write a satire of my own, but there's no way I could even come close to Iowahawk's latest, so please enjoy his:
The Idiossey
The Not-Really-That-Epic Poem of Obamacles
(with Apologies to Homer)
Book the First: A question for the Muse
Speak to me, O Muse, of this resourceful man
who strides so boldly upon the golden shrine at Invescos,
Between Ionic plywood columns, to the kleig light altar.
Fair Obamacles, favored of the gods, ascends to Olympus
Amidst lusty tributes and the strumming lyres of Media;
Their mounted skyboxes echo with the singing of his name
While Olbermos and Mattheus in their greasy togas wrassle
For first honor of basking in their hero's reflected glory.
Who is this man, so bronzed in countenance,
So skilled of TelePropter, clean and articulate
whose ears like a stately urn's protrude?
So now, daughter of Zeus, tell us his story.
And just the Cliff Notes if you don't mind,
We don't have all day.
Said the Muse:
I will tell the story of Obamacles through my scribe Iowahawk.
But this (stuff) is copyrighted, so reproduce at your peril.
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