Your profound silence,/
after my message, highlights/
my stupidity.

The night of the 2008 Election, I wrote some new lyrics to the Ramones’ “I Wanna Be Sedated”. With Gov. Palin throwing her hat into the right for 2012, I rewrote those lyrics yet again and performed them tonight at a Rockeroke (Live Karaoke) at Snoqualamie Casino. You can see the video here.

Twenty Twenty Twenty-Four hours ago/
I finally got Obama’d./
I said I’m sorry, but I didn’t know,/
I’d wanna be Obama’d./

So get me to the airport,/
put me on a plane./
Hurry hurry hurry!/
I voted for McCain!/
They want my bank account,/
my wallet and my brain oh oh oh oh oh ooh!

Twenty Twenty Twenty-Four hours ago/
I finally got Obama’d./
I said I’m sorry, but I didn’t know,/
I’d wanna be Obama’d./

The Democrats have spoken;/
They’re live on SNL./
Republicans are choking;/
the Country’s gone to hell!/
Can he fix what’s broken?/
We’ll have to ask Michelle oh oh oh oh oh ooh!/

Twenty Twenty Twenty-Four hours ago/
I finally got Obama’d./
I said I’m sorry, but I didn’t know,/
I’d wanna be Obama’d./

I musta lost my brain/
to vote Republican./
I know it sounds insane/
but I’m so hot for Pa-lin./
I wanted John McCain/
but Barack is going in oh oh oh oh oh ooh!

Twenty Twenty Twenty-Four hours ago/
I finally got Obama’d./
I said I’m sorry, but I didn’t know,/
I’d wanna be Obama’d./

I musta lost my brain/
to vote Republican./
But no, I’m not insane!
I won’t vote for Pay-lin./
I wanted John McCain/
but Barack is going in oh oh oh oh oh ooh!

Bah bah bah bah/
bah bah bah bah bah:
I wanna be Obama’d … (etc.)

Doest thou feel jealousy/
that I’m not writing poetry/
as much/
(as though I’d lost touch)/
about thee?

I confess,/
now Ur back,/
my blog’s a mess;/
there’s a stack/
of poetry,/
inspired by U,/
from me./
What will others do/
when they c/
’em there/
in plain view?/
Do I care?

If U r in a mac/
and lingerie,/
I won’t treat U like a sack/
of pota/
toes./
I’m not 1 of those/
guys built that way./
No,/
I’ll b bold,/
and say:/
“Come in from the cold!”

Part 2, written about 1/2 hour later

It’d b no sin/
2 invite U in/
with no desire/
other than/
2 build a fire/
and fan/
the flame/
’til U can/
warm up again./
4 a warmth that perished/
may grow if cherished.

They’re just shoes/
in Bellevue’s/
Art gallery./
But it’d mean a lot 2 me/
if U’d go dual-y/
and c./
I’d like 2 try/
to understand your views/
on Y/
“It’s those shoes!”

Awakening/
from a strange dream,/
with sweaty underwear./
when I c/
my computer screen,/
yer message is still there./
How should I take the fact/
that U came back?

No burgers/
or biggie fries./
No teryaki bowl/
of any size./
No fish, or steak/or pizza, 2./
Not even a salad/
or bbq./
The word from mom/
is: “Not ’til dishes r done!”