Memento Mori

MEMENTO MORI

 

How fragile man's designing schemes

With fleeting glory gone

From Khufu and his pyramids

To conquerors like Sargon.

 

Mere sputniks in the cosmic chain

Or chips at a casino.

Diminishing forevermore

Like porch potato Zeno.

 

And who's to mourn their passing on?

Or give them praise that's soaring?

Not me, you sure can bet your life;

In class I found them boring.

 

And now our modern warriors,

So long on Favor's List,

Are fading fast into the night.

I don't think they'll be missed.

 

Fred Thompson has dropped from the race,

His ratings in the potty.

But he'll console himself at home –

His wife is one sweet hottie!

 

Now Guiliani bites the dust,

His campaign pretty tacky;

He joins the ranks of Lollards and

That Roman family Gracchi. 

 

That good ol' boy from way down South

Is throwing in the towel.

John Edwards will be shacking up

With cousins cheek by jowl.

 

The rest of you still in the fray

Take heed, unlike the Inca,

Reject cruel pride and rhetoric

And do not be a stinka.

 

Your day will come, you will recede,

Though everyone adores you.

One word from Limbaugh or Oprah

Means everyone abhors you.

 

And should you make it to the heights,

To Washington, D.C.

Do not forget that four brief years

Is all you'll get from me.

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