Al Gore-The Poet

Along with all his other skills and accolades, Al Gore-your friend and mine- has written a poem that is included in his latest masterpiece of literature, "Our Choice". Are you ready? Here it is.


"One thin September soon
A floating continent disappears
In midnight sun



Vapors rise as
Fever settles on an acid sea

Snow glides from the mountain
Ice fathers floods for a season
A hard rain comes quickly



The dirt is parched
Kindling is placed in the forest
For the lightning’s celebration




The shepherd cries
The hour of choosing has arrived
Here are your tools"

-Al Gore, esq.

Whadda ya think?

"Ah wunnerful ah wunnerful ah!"

Well, I beg to differ Mr Welk. Al Gore is desperately trying to hang on to his guru status of the Global Warming Religion even as it starts to crumble around him thanks to some hackers who dug up the e-mails showing that this is all a big One-World hoax. But never fear; Al Gore is now launching yet another venture now selling himself as the second coming of Walt Whitman.

And you know where that will take him.......