The arbiter (a poem)

All Hail!  All Hail!The arbiter is in the house!Imus grovels gravelyfor words he did espouse. Rutgers' ladies second tothe Court of Sharpton's cause.Spin it to the Reverend first,or he'll judge you without pause.Kiss his foot with contrite lips,pucker up so well.'Cuz if you don't,he'll make your lifea living, race based hell!Tim Schieferecke  (Read Full Post)