Rube Recommended Reading

Rube Verse

Sonnet A Bitch: An introduction to the Rube Poet

Put down The Corrections, Rube Watchers, there's a new laureate in town! And this one's armed with a three-ton cache of smart pens and ready to throw all you hippies out of the Ba'ath. This one's ready to Ezra Pound your commie face in with some good, old-fashioned, down home book learnin'. Git 'em, boys!

As Saddam stepped into a taxi,
A smart-bomb shot right up his jacksie.
And then, whilst searching for his glasses,
A second entered Tariq Aziz.

Ooh, that smarts! Take that, hippies! Hey Saddam. Try a little Rob Halford on for size.

Saddam himself, a man in need
I’ll pay his face with knuckle coins
and have change left for Bin Laden.

I’ll cry no more these twin tears of pain
I’ll crash my hate into your face.

Ouch! Haiku, too, bin Laden!

Let Rube Poet Laureate Stuart Russell help you get it straight.

Oops! Blair Force One got the liberals on the run!

And that's really the Rube Poet's master touch. Talk the talk like an older, drunken Robert Burns, but leave it to the Military Rube to turn it into a Wasteland.

Well done, boys. Well done. It's like you're taking diction from God. Or FOX News. Well done, Poet Rube, for seeing a world where the pen is mightier than the sword...with which to spew more unsophisticated hate. When it comes to invention, the Poet Rube shall not be counted out.

We will not run,
We will not flee
We’ve here to say,
Democracy, Democracy.

Yes you are, Carl Jeffords. Yes you are!

And as far as fact and art are concerned, never the 'twain shall meet.