May 11, 2007
By Robert Richardson
A satirical commentary --
with apologies to William Blake.
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In a compassionate effort to encourage widespread support for this poor child, who is being so cruelly crushed by the law, I offer the following hymn of praise:
BOB'S ODE TO PARIS HILTON (with apologies to William Blake's Tiger):
Paris, Paris. burning bright
In the vacuum of the night -
What commercial hand or eye
Framed thy mindless symmetry?
What the PR, what the hype
In what flack's mind was born thy type?
What greedy agent filled with hope
Dares thy empty words promote?
When thinking folks throw down their spears,
And water heaven with their tears,
Does He smile His work to see?
Did He who made a brain make thee?
(sob....)
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Authors Bio:Bob Richardson is a retired electrical engineer and information specialist. He lives in New England.