Who Would Vote For Old Brittlebones?

Could it possibly, really be true? that it matters not just what you do? Blue of collar or white it will be as of right that you choose from your mates the IQ. Take the man who has reigned with his fiddle with a pin for a brain in the middle made decisions at once with a face like a dunce each new day was for Dubya a riddle. Who would vote for a man of such might in the chandelier he's a dim light, Let me tell you my friends you could pick up the Bends just descending to that lofty height. He attracts the severely neglected, that's the ones who the gods have rejected. There they sit and they stare with no brainstorms to share as no gray cells were ever detected. Just a word about brittlebones Cane, he is close to the edge though still vain, as he dances his dance in high hopes of a chance he's oblivious to all the disdain. You remember the words of Da Gama? I am here he pronounced, without drama. And he died on the day that his Lord came to say there will be a black man named Obama. Just to clarify, God wrote quatrains, he had Gallic blue blood in his veins. Nostradamus he was and he wrote 'there is cause, that your time is all up John McCain.'