But the Maven, sitting lonely in the studio, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then was spoken -- it's like his jaw was broken-
You could see the sweat there soakin, from his pits down to the floor.
Jon Stewart sat there grinning while the pundit left his puddles on the floor.
When the creep said, "Nevermore."
They say silence is golden, but on cable it's like mold in
Something green and olden found on crusts upon the wall.
This and more Jon sat divining, his head tipped as if reclining,
Looking for the silver lining of them all denying the candidate Ron Paul.
Or whose silver lining was the cause of those denying the candidate Ron Paul,
As the silence began to pall.
Then as I began to hunt, for the fixings of a blunt,
